With a unique quasi-documentary style that
seems awfully ahead of its time for 1976, Cazals relays the horrific incident of the title
village, where a corrupt priest convinced his villagers that travelers to their
village from a
nearby university were communist revolutionaries, and had them killed.
As they lounge around poolside or make occasional visits to a
nearby village, their every word and gesture
seems to reflect an entire history of drunken nights, sexual conquests, paralyzing addictions and unspoken tragedies, all of which make Marianne and Paul's contentment
seem all the more hard - won.