A nicely written and well-executed tale of a mature married couple who maintain what sociologists call "informational preserves." There are some things they don't tell each other. One of the most important things held back is that each is having an affair. The affairs don't seem to be much fun -- they don't seem to threaten the marriage, which appears fundamentally sound -- but they're affairs nonetheless.
It's a somber film made for adults and, at about ten minutes of running time, some of the events and their impact are attenuated. The husband is supposed to be off to Milan, not spending time with a blond in a comfortable hotel. When he returns, his wife quickly glances through his passport. Did she not find a stamp for Italy? Probably not, but we're not sure.
If it had been a full-length feature I could imagine its being something along the lines of Bergman's "Scenes From A Marriage" or Saville's "Secrets", though probably better than either. As it is, it's sensible, ambiguous, and quite sad.
It's a somber film made for adults and, at about ten minutes of running time, some of the events and their impact are attenuated. The husband is supposed to be off to Milan, not spending time with a blond in a comfortable hotel. When he returns, his wife quickly glances through his passport. Did she not find a stamp for Italy? Probably not, but we're not sure.
If it had been a full-length feature I could imagine its being something along the lines of Bergman's "Scenes From A Marriage" or Saville's "Secrets", though probably better than either. As it is, it's sensible, ambiguous, and quite sad.