In a stiffly ornate grand hotel, a man and a woman meet.
He insists they met a year previously and had an affair. She denies ever seeing him before. A sinister, saturnine man – her husband, her lover? – lurks in the background.
Fifty years on, Alain Resnais’ ice-cold enigma of a film still looks as stylish as ever in widescreen B&W, as Sacha Vierny’s camera tracks down endless corridors or lingers transfixed by Delphine Seyrig’s sphinxlike beauty.
A sublime meditation on memory, perception and fantasy – or art-house pretension at its emptiest? The jury’s still out...
