A theater playwright leaves instructions to be obeyed after his death to all his former performers of his theatrical version of the ancient Greek legend "Eurydice" to gather themselves at his house (an old big mansion) to appreciate the performance of that play by a recent company which is shown on a film. What goes on then is that there is a strong interpenetration of the acting by the new performers and one by the old ones who recreate now some scenes at the playwrights' house while watching the film. Here the dichotomies youth -- old age, death -- life and theatre -- real life are patent and crossed by love through rich, deep and poetic dialogues. The role of memory in human relations (a theme very dear to Resnais) is also present now and then. This is not an easy movie, I mean a movie practically accessible to the general public and needs special attention by the viewer.
Review of You Ain't Seen Nothin' Yet
