This film is a bit slow and lingering....making me think the director has seen one too many Bergman films. However - it was made in 1965, it's French, and it's shot in beautiful black & white. The world was different back then. The close-ups of the actor's faces are as expressive as the background shots of the rough Brittany coastline. The young girl, Patricia Gozzi, is fascinating. The relationship between her and her father is so complex that, well...I still haven't figured it out. And for pure cinematic beauty....no, it's not the girl....it's Dean Stockwell. The camera caresses his face in every scene. And, in the long shots, he looks like James Dean...as he stuffs his hands in his pockets and leans forward as he walks, with the young girl following him close behind. The father/daughter relationship I don't understand....but the young girl's infatuation with Stockwell makes perfect sense to me.
