The film starts & it ends; but it leaves the viewer fraught with amorous catharsis in the end. The scenes where the ballerina & her lover spend time in love-making are the purest specimens of love that can ever be found on screen. Their love bloom in such innocence & harmlessness that we find it hard to accept that a simple jump from a rock would stop the throbbing of Henrik's heart for ever & bring their love to an abrupt end. Thereafter, the way Marie volitionally builds a protective wall around herself to remain normal & the way it's blown up by a strange diary that she receives one day which forces her legs to trudge on her favourite land where she used to walk with Henrik hand in hand are portrayed with adept finesse.
Review of Summer Interlude
