A bombastic, womanizing art dealer and his painter friend go to a seventeenth-century villa on the Riviera for a relaxing summer getaway. But their idyll is disturbed by the presence of the bohemian Haydée, accused of being a “collector” of men.
Rohmer's impossibly light, graceful way of posing profound moral questions hasn't yet wholly coalesced, though this 1966 film does have his soft, slow rhythm.
– Dave Kehr,
Chicago Reader,
1 Jan 2000
rotten:
It's as if the film were a kind of living notebook for what Rohmer was to do later, with greater ease and refinement.