A fascinating film—deeply subversive, almost horrific at times, and undeniably a feminist statement—but I couldn’t help but feel that its messaging could be overlooked. On the surface, it plays like a dreamy, sun-drenched tale of idyllic family life, complete with gorgeous bursts of colour. But beneath that, there’s something unsettling, even sinister, about the way it presents happiness as so fragile and easily replaceable. The way the story unfolds could almost be read as reinforcing that very French stereotype of affairs being an accepted part of life—just a natural thing that happens and isn’t questioned. It’s a film very much of its time, and while I appreciated its artistry, I didn’t love it as much as I’d hoped. Maybe I need to sit with it longer.
Nice looking film and I am pleased to have seen it. But was it really made in France in the sixties? It seems hard to believe.