Summary
Twilight bruises the eaves of a provincial manoir when, without herald or luggage, a spectral figure—Jacqueline Chaumont’s nameless revenant—materialises on the gravel like a cigarette-stain on parchment. Once the chatelaine of these echoing chambers, she now drifts across the threshold of strangers: a brisk modern bride, Marie Kougolsky’s Clémence, juggling a teething toddler and marriage to a railway engineer whose eyes already wander toward track-side horizons. Delluc’s scenario compresses a lifetime of regret into one crepuscular night: the guestroom candle gutters, revealing wallpaper that remembers the intruder’s adolescent scribbles; the husband, André Daven’s calculating Jules, weighs the erotic novelty of the drifter against the bourgeois insurance policy of his wife; the child, wordless yet clairvoyant, toddles after the visitor as though scenting maternal déjà-vu. Dawn forces a forked road—Clémence must either board the milk train toward Parisian bohemia with the enigmatic guest, or remain shackled to high-chair tantrums and a spouse who files affection alongside timetables. The camera, drunk on magnesium flares, lingers on a half-open valise whose contents—silk stockings, a revolver, a theatre ticket dated 1914—spill like unresolved tarot. When the locomotive whistle finally slices the fog, Delluc refuses to show who climbs the steps, cutting instead to the empty hallway where dust motes pirouette in the projector beam: the house exhales, indifferent to whichever woman has been sacrificed.
Synopsis
A woman appears at the house where she used to live a long time ago. The new inhabitants, a married couple with a toddler, welcome her to stay for the night. Meanwhile, the wife has to choose between family and adventure.
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