I shuffled into this film in a sur-le-vif kind of way, on a whim, while running about town. I was twenty minutes late. The young naked bodies thrown everywhere made a good impression. The protagonist girl, with her swarthy yet subtle, austere, French, and you can guess, sexual contradictory nature, energized me to some degree. The voice over, her running around with invective in her blood, trying to find out the murderer, energized me sexually even further, with just a tinge greater intensity than I would have been sensually energized if she had not been running around with such an imperative. The film has a calm energy which is interesting, viewed in this way. The sexuality does not have an energized imperative, as it does, perennially and ubiquitously, in all forms here in the United states.
Which is nice. The orgy in which everyone participates is calm, so European, sex as it is perhaps among many sea turtles doing it, simultaneously. The murderers are found, the film finally ends in a French nihilistic sort of way. This is the way to enjoy this film, which is to say it is better to watch it for mood instead of story.
Which is nice. The orgy in which everyone participates is calm, so European, sex as it is perhaps among many sea turtles doing it, simultaneously. The murderers are found, the film finally ends in a French nihilistic sort of way. This is the way to enjoy this film, which is to say it is better to watch it for mood instead of story.