Last Year at Marienbad (1962)

Oppressively weird...story? memory? nightmare? I'm not too sure. It folded back on itself, messed around with scenes, and confused me thoroughly. It didn't bore me, but the pleasures of an hour and a half of a brow wrinkled in puzzlement are few. I think the way to watch this is without a view to "figuring" anything out. Just approach it in the same mode in which you'd listen to a poem. Savor the beauty, admire the ambiguity -- don't try to solve anything.

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