Last Year at Marienbad (1961) - A work of sheer genius. The narrative construct is familiar to Robbe-Grillet's (the screenwriter of the film) novel Jealousy, which I've read recently and which I believe helped with my approach to the movie. I may have been a bit more lost or baffled if I hadn't been familiar with a previous work. Still, the film, released four years after the book - and it's important to know that the film is not an adaptation. They're two different stories, in two differenr mediums, with a style that relates to the other - seems to nail the aesthetic just a little more. The sets and costumes are at once sumptuous, sordid and mysterious which accompanies the movie's narrative to perfection. I adore the way the movie was constructed, with the man and the woman creating a story or their stories as they interacted. Rarely have I seen a movie nail its atmosphere - and not just on a visceral level - and imagery as well. I had knots in my stomach. I could feel the entire weight of the film creeping upon me, and it was a transcendent experience. Anyone who tries to approach the film with a linear line of thinking is ultimately going to end up shorting themselves here. It is not interested in Point A-Point B at all. It is interested in Point X, having already arrived to destination by the beginning of the film. This makes for a circular narrative, which is executed with consistent masterstrokes by both the writer and the director, Resnais, who accentuates the fluid, dreamy plot with technical brilliance. The movie wouldn't work without it, since the pacing, editing and scene order are just as important to the narrative as the dialogue and narration. Many shots are absolutely breathtaking. A unique aesthetical experience, and I mean this in a way that goes far beyond the images shown on the screen.
Maybe this is just the shock from a first viewing speaking but it might possibly be my favorite movie of all-time. I've recently started getting into Alain Robbe-Grillet and he's quickly rising up amongst my favorite artists, even though I haven't read/seen too much of him. His novel Jealousy is also a unique experience.