It's actually quite hard to write an objective review about this film. Why? Well, that is because the eponymous singer (Corinne Marchand) has a personality that offers us very little to like. She is a hypochondriac who is obsessed with the thought that she might have cancer. Desperate for a second opinion, she consults a mystic and then we follow her for the remainder of her afternoon whilst she awaits the results of medical tests. In many ways it adopts a video diary sort of format and that means there is plenty herein that isn't the least interesting. Like with most of our daily routines, there is not that much of interest going on. She meets her lover, José (José Luis de Vilallonga) an unsympathetic man well used to her behaviour and a soldier "Antoine" (Antoine Bourseiller) who is enthralled by her, but who is also facing deployment in the soon to be independent Algeria. I liked the style of the photography. It has an intimacy to it. The score from Michel Legrand (who also features playing piano) also adds a richness to this, but for the most part this is quite a curiously dry observational effort from Agnès Varda. If you can see it on a big screen then do try - on a smaller one it can struggle to retain the attention a little.
