For the first time in years I thought about this film today. I remember seeing it with my mother who thought it was only appropriate that Pomme's experience of sex outside marriage should have the result it did. I thought the whole thing was bit over the top at the time but in retrospect I think it makes sense, given the sort of girl she was that she would have a breakdown, given that she took the whole affair far more seriously than he did. In retrospect, I think it was actually a rather moving and touching experience, despite my hardened cynicism at the age of 20 when I thought I knew so much more about relationships than I really did. There's a bit of Pomme in most young women, I expect.
Review of The Lacemaker
