Vacationing in Spain with her daughter, her husband and her best friend (who also happens to be her husband's mistress), a middle aged woman becomes obsessed with a young murderer evading police capture in this bizarre but endlessly fascinating drama, written and directed by Jules Dassin from a Marguerite Duras novel. The best element that the film has in its favour is atmosphere. With rolling blackouts, violently stormy weather, eerie ancient-looking locations and a mysterious figure roaming from rooftop to the rooftop, there is a constant apocalyptic air to the tale and Romy Schneider's mistress character even comments at one point "it's the end of the world". The rooftop figure is the murderer - a scared, lonely soul that the jilted protagonist, played by Melina Mercouri, finds solace in. Fully aware of her husband's secret affair, she is able to sympathise with the murderer's motives as he reportedly shot dead his wife after finding her naked in the clutches of another man. In a refreshingly unexpected turn, the two cheated-on individuals do not fall passionately in love. In fact, on the contrary, he hardly utters a word and looks simply exhausted most of the time with an unspoken bond instead developing nicely between the pair. The film also benefits from lots of innovative camera-work with point-of-view shots cleverly used as Mercouri helps him get out of town, and some shots that gloriously sweep over her husband and daughter as they soundly sleep while she goes about her business. The movie ends on a bit of a baffling note and given its descent into obscurity over the years, '10:30 p.m. Summer' is clearly not a film for all tastes, but for those who like their movies daringly different, there is a lot to like here.
Review of 10:30 P.M. Summer
