France, Alain Resnais (1959)
This is one of the most pretentious French films that I have ever seen! It was like watching a two-hour long Calvin Klein ad. I really thought it would never end.
The context the film was set in, Hiroshima some years after the bomb, made for an unusual and interesting background to the story, but I couldn’t have been less engaged in the passionate manic-depressive moods of the French actress torn between her current affair with a Japanese man and her memories of her affair with a now-dead German soldier. I was squirming in my seat and yawning uncontrollably by the end.
Here’s the Gist: I’m sure that Hell is full of movies like this. [*]