This is first and foremost an extremely beautiful film. The photography, the composition, the pearly grays, the delicate reflections, the enchanting smile of Patricia Gozzi, her tears, all account for an unforgettable cinematic experience. Very much in the aesthetics of the sixties, following Ingmar Bergman, that was the time of Fellini and Antonioni, the time of glorious B&W.
The story has become somewhat less convincing with the passing of the years, although it remains painful and nostalgic and sweet. It describes the adult-child love relationship of Cybele and Pierre. Here the adult is the child, Pierre (Hardy Kruger), a pilot who suffered war trauma, amnesia and emotional anesthesia, and the child is the adult, the abandoned twelve-year old girl Cybele (Patricia Gozzi), who has grown in the midst of suffering and loneliness, and who behaves as the mature one in this anomalous and defenceless couple.
The tragedy looms in the air from the beginning and closes inexorably on Pierre and Cybele. The beauty of the scenery and the purity of their child love makes the tragedy more unfair and even more tragic. Their little secret refuge, the tiny microcosm the two lovers have built as a bubble to protect themselves from their inmense loneliness and their fear of the unbearable reality, is shattered like a crystal by the base suspicion of the "grown up" world. The end of the movie is almost unbearable in its suffering and its beauty. One cannot but compare with "The Virgin Spring" by Bergman.
It is unfortunate that neither Serge Bourguignon, the director and scriptwriter, nor Patricia Gozzi, were seen again in a film comparable in quality to this lovely 1962 best foreign movie of the year. I saw this movie first when I was a lonely and shy medical student, it never ever abandoned me afterwards, in all its nostalgic pain and tragic splendor.