To see this film is to enter into a world so poetic, so deeply felt and evoked that it makes most films look plodding and literal-minded. One should see it and surrender to its effect, the immediacy of the locations, the daring use of close-ups that bring us so near to the characters we feel we could almost touch them. Everyday moments are rendered vividly, but any attempt to describe how its world of feeling is conveyed is bound to fail, it is so purely cinematic. At a literal level the plot is not entirely clear after two viewings, and it could possibly have had a bit more focus in the script, as this does add a note of frustration. The acting is very strong and both the main actors have a beauty which feels somewhat incidental rather than the reason for their being there. Its meaning is more in the images than in what is said. A reviewer on American amazon likened it to a poem by Mallarme and this strikes me as an apt analogy - it requires thought; difficulty seems to be a part of it in the same way as it is in, say, a Robert Bresson film, even though it isn't austere in that way; but it is very dense, and at the same time light, brushing with the lightest touch against the spiritual essence of things.