Even quite strong, but medium-sized by artistic standards, French films of the first half of the 1960s retain a certain amount of charm rather not because of, but contrary to the plot. The plot itself is simple: a young film poster designer meets a married lady for the sake of sports interest near the station, from which she leaves every day because she lives in the Paris suburbs. Between the characters, love immediately flares up, which is destined for a certain amount of time to intensify, reach heat, and then interrupt through no fault of lovers. Interestingly, showing the love of a young and free man with a mature married woman, Jacques Robin does not even think of moralizing. Love itself is a force with which it is difficult to cope, it is a goal and an end in itself, so it is completely unnecessary to draw conclusions, good or bad, that it was these two people she threw at each other. The first episodes were very successful in the film: the origin and development of feelings, the awkward and wary gravitation of lovers to each other, the actors play diligently, sometimes subtly, although it is hardly possible to say that Michelle Morgan’s heroine definitely has the attraction that in the plot so captivated the hero Trentignan, who, by the way, has not yet reached his heyday in this film as a hero-lover, but is clearly very close to this (before “Men and Woman” Lelouche only two years).
But what didn’t happen in the movie was street shooting. Thanks to them, the inclusion in the frame of Paris with its streets, cafes, residents, etc., the story acquires its lyrical context, otherwise it would look theatrically awkward, but in the film there are really no serious awkwardnesses. And the music of Lussier absolutely did not fail: he accurately and accurately colors the experiences of the characters with his indirect sensual melody, as if stressing that we are not a story of violent passions, but rather for those experiences for which duration and depth are important, rather than a sizzling passion that can end in literally a week.