Last Year at Marienbad (1961)

I’m not even going to pretend that I understand most of what this film is trying to say. At a luxury hotel, a man meets up with a woman, who is staying there with another man, and talks of an affair that they had a year earlier which she denies. As someone who often suffers from sensory overload, this film felt a lot like being in a crowded room where it’s difficult to pull out particular voices. The dialogue is repetitious and brings forth a dreamy ambiguity where it’s hard to trust the recollections of either of the main characters and there’s no telling what actually happened last year at Marienbad.

Oscar Nominated: Best Writing, Story and Screenplay – Written Directly for the Screen