This rather odd film resurrected Chabrol's career after a decade in the
doldrums. A rich bitch picks up a poor Parisian pavement artiste, and
takes her back to her luxurious life in the south of France. After a
lesbian interlude, they both fall for the same man; the artiste then
begins to assume the bitch's identity and take over her life, a la
Ripley. There are thrillerish elements, but it's altogether stranger
than that; the atmosphere becomes increasingly surreal, with records
getting stuck, and people acting as if bizarre goings-on are entirely
normal.
