Luecarou What begins as a feel-good-human-interest story turns into a mystery, then a tragedy, and ultimately an outrage.

Iseerphia All that we are seeing on the screen is happening with real people, real action sequences in the background, forcing the eye to watch as if we were there.

Aubrey Hackett While it is a pity that the story wasn't told with more visual finesse, this is trivial compared to our real-world problems. It takes a good movie to put that into perspective.

Mandeep Tyson The acting in this movie is really good.

tieman64 "Boredom reigns supreme; we will do anything to escape it. Suffering is nothing more than a newspaper headline." - Schuberth Though David Lynch cites him as an influence and though he wrote the screenplay for "Last Year at Marienbad", Alain Robbe-Gillet's feature films now tend to get little attention. One of his best, and his first in colour, is "Eden and After", a near impenetrable co-production between France and Czechoslovakia.The film's first third takes place in the "Eden Cafe", a psychedelic joint rife with youths, drugs, jaded sensualists, Coca Cola billboards, "Drink Blood" slogans and mock funerals. It's a den of apathy, Eden's inhabitants withdrawn from political engagement and basking in escalating games of performance/role-playing, each of which stresses risk, ritual, power, even rape. Outside Eden, the world is an industrial wasteland; Antonioni's "Red Desert" at midnight.This cloistered, Edenic existence is shattered by the arrival of "the stranger", a ghostlike figure who imposes his visions upon Violeete, a young woman whom he meets. Significantly, these visions are triggered by the vanishing of an abstract painting. From here on, reality and "hallucinations" seem to bleed into one another, Violette thrown headlong into the deserts of North Africa – mankind's cradle – and other bizarre locations, including factories and the site of the stranger's own death. As these visions plague Violette, who seems deliriously lost in time, she finds herself "collecting" various objects, be they keys, books, or postcards. But the objects fail to ground Violette. As she becomes increasingly unhinged, sadomasochistic images needle into her skull.Thematically "Eden and After" may be Godard/Fassbinder in full activist mode – chartering the post-1960s death of innocence, the souring of idealism, a global retreat into addictive and increasingly intense bio-chemical and mediated escapades (at one point a Russian roulette player wishes he were playing with real bullets), the beginning of Fukuyama's "end of history" and the seeming death of "social alternatives" - but visually it's a wholly unique beast. Robbe-Grillet, who has always been interested in phenomenology, structures the film as a mythic spirit-quest, his camera trying to sketch the fleeting, emotional and psychological "surfaces" of his characters. Indeed, almost all the role-playing (and stories) that unfold in Eden have analogues in Violette's "outside world", implying that the film is either a drug fuelled dream, a premonition of an already unfolding future or that Eden, for all its distractions, is itself a training ground, a place where the subject's "inside" is colonised before he/she enters the wastelands "outside".Early in his career, Robbe-Grillet set out to be "hostile to the very idea of a narrative". We see this clearly in many of his films and screenplays, most of which shun continuity and causality in favour for a series of seemingly unrelated, temporally out-of-sync segments. This is largely why viewers remain sympathetic to the Cahiers du Cinema or "Right Bank" group of French filmmakers, who tend to be a bit more audience friendly (Truffaut, Chabrol etc), whilst shunning Grillet and the "Left Bank" or "Nouveau Roman" (New Novel) group of film-makers (Resnais, Grillet, Agnes Varda, Melville, Chris Marker, Richard Roud), who ignored convention and had an already existing engagement with experimental literature. Note that many of the Right Bank filmmakers – Godard, Rohmer, Rivette – would come to resemble their Left Bank brothers from the 1970s onwards.No surprise, then, that "Eden and After's" narrative is based on the musical structures of Austrian composer Arnold Schoenberg, who invented the twelve-tone technique, a technique that ensured that all 12 musical notes are essentially given equal importance. For Schoenberg, the "twelve-tone" is such that there is no longer any dominant "sound", just a constant, often discordant sounding (how can something be disharmonious when the musical piece is designed to have no harmony?) repetition of the same notes. So what "Eden and After" does is takes its very loose plot (a hybrid of "Alice in Wonderland" and the Marquis De Sade's "Salo" and "Justine") and repeats a series of 12 themes - each with its own 12 sets of image banks - over the course of twelve segments (or some argue ten: "Intro", "Eden", "Drugs", "Games", "The Stranger", "The Factory", "Tunisia", "Djerba", "The DutchMan's Villa", "Prison", "The Desert"). For example, Robbe-Grillet will have real villages overlap with postcards of villages, or blood and blood-art overlap with sexual fluids and real blood. Meanwhile, doubles are mirrored to doubles, incidents occur in groups, and motifs are repeated and retextualized as they reappear from scene to scene. This leads to a visually unorthodox film, but one which viewers sympathetic to more surreal, expressionistic directors may find appealing. 8/10 - Multiple viewings required.

ametaphysicalshark I suppose an argument on whether or not "Eden and After" is a load of pretentious twaddle or a film with real substance could go on forever, but whether or not there is more than the typical late 60's/early 70's drugged-out pseudo-intellectualism here is irrelevant. I don't think Robbe-Grillet's intention is to make a 'Grand Statement' of any sort, "Eden and After" seems interested mostly in asking questions and provoking a response from the audience, as well as in its aesthetic sensibilities."Eden and After" has been described as a highbrow soft-core flick, not only in another IMDb comment but elsewhere as well, and it's a fair enough label- many of the images here, particularly in the last forty minutes of the film are certainly erotic, or at least obviously were to Robbe-Grillet. Robbe-Grillet has achieved genuine sensuality with his imagery. It's not porn, there's none of the visceral satisfaction of that sort of thing, it's actually evocative enough to earn the 'erotica' label, although the film certainly has ambition beyond that.Indeed, dismissing this as a skin flick is a bit moronic; there's so much more here. It's a dark, captivating, occasionally nightmarish, and very interesting film. The sound mixing here is absolutely superb, much like it was in the only other Robbe-Grillet film I've seen so far, "Trans-Europ-Express", and the cinematography stunning, especially after the film shifts focus to Tunisia in its final act. This was Robbe-Grillet's first color film and the opportunity is not wasted- everything from the minutest detail of the design to the cast's wardrobe is a carefully-orchestrated visual extravaganza of bold colors, often used very well in the film to emphasize a point."Eden and After" is something special, and whether or not you like it you have to admit that it's a unique experience and that much of the imagery is jarring and very effective. For me it was one of the most intense and involving viewing experiences of my life and is already one of my favorite films, having viewed it twice in a row, something I have rarely ever done before. I can understand disliking this one, but you have to give it credit at least as an aesthetic achievement.

MARIO GAUCI I knew of novelist Alain Robbe-Grillet chiefly by virtue of his script for Alain Resnais’ art-house masterpiece LAST YEAR IN MARIENBAD (1961; which I intend to revisit in tribute to the author). Eventually, I became aware of his own films as a director via a thread on “The Latarnia Forums” – which, back then, had intrigued me a great deal and, in fact, was highly pleased to acquire three of them a few months ago. Unfortunately, the prints were incredibly murky – so I kind of lost my enthusiasm and it’s only now, in honor of his passing, that I made a concentrated effort to stick with them! However, my first encounter with these titles proved a disappointment: as I said, the picture quality left a lot to be desired – but, frankly, so did the film itself! Judging by the celebrated Resnais work, I knew I’d be in for an oblique and possibly multi-layered piece – however, to be honest, I found it made little sense and that it was generally weird for weirdness’ sake! In fact, if I had to compare Robbe-Grillet’s style here with that of contemporaneous film-makers, I’d say this is Godard meets Antonioni meets Jodorowsky!; that, in itself, would sound like a most interesting proposition to some…but, I assure you, the film is a bit of a bore despite plenty of nudity (the writer-director seems to have a thing for sadomasochism, as can also be seen from TRANS-EUROP-EXPRESS [1966]) and a stunning-looking heroine in Catherine Jourdan (sporting cropped blonde hair).The plot, such as it is, has to do with a group of disaffected students who are shown a way out of their ennui (via a concoction he offers) by a man they meet at a café (the Eden of the title); Jourdan is supposed to have a night-time tryst with him at a factory but, on arriving for the appointment, she is intimidated by some of her fellow students and finds the man dead! Taking a clue from a postcard of an Arabian town found in the stranger’s pocket, Jourdan gets mixed-up in espionage (the MacGuffin in this case being a valuable missing portrait), games of a sexual nature, drug-induced hallucinations and murder; eventually, we come full circle and the story returns to the Eden and the arrival once again of the stranger...

david melville Philosophical thriller or Post-Modern jigsaw or S&M skinflick - or all three at once - Alain Robbe-Grillet's first colour film is a dazzling, at times frustrating experience. Try to imagine Alice in Wonderland crossed with Story of O and you may get some idea of the perverse sensibility at work behind it. Starting off in a labyrinthine, mirror-lined nightclub called Eden, moving on to a disused factory with huge industrial vats full of sperm, ending up on the Tunisian island of Djerba - with, naturally, a detour through a jet-set torture chamber where glamorous naked women are crucified or suspended in cages - Robbe-Grillet takes his wide-eyed and waif-like heroine (Catherine Jourdan) on a spiritual and erotic odyssey to...what exactly? Sorry, but I don't know either.Nor does Robbe-Grillet seem the tiniest bit inclined to let us in on the secret. According to a mysterious stranger (Pierre Zimmer) who breaks in on Jourdan and her jaded pals, it's something to do with transcending the limits of rational Western consciousness. Finding a darker and more primitive reality. "Break on through to the other side" - or so The Doors might put it. Intriguing enough in a drugged-up late 60s kind of way, but Robbe-Grillet's own personal "doors of perception" don't seem to open very far beyond a spot of mild flagellation, or some Emmanuelle-style sex tourism on a photogenic Third World beach.At least the film is exquisite to behold. Its imagery is bizarre and erotic and disturbing. Catherine Jourdan - who went on to make even weirder movies with director/husband Alain Fleischer - is a lovely heroine in the tradition of the Marquis de Sade's Justine. She combines the doe-eyed fragility of a Mia Farrow with the icy blonde sensuality of a Catherine Deneuve. As her lover, Richard Leduc is undeniably handsome - but he seems far too sweet and mild-mannered for some seriously nasty sex-games with a blindfold and a bucket of scorpions. As for any ultimate meaning, you may or may not want to work that out. I suspect most of us would be happier not knowing.Incidentally, Eden and After is one of Robbe-Grillet's MORE linear films in terms of plot - yet it's also one of his hardest to grasp. Perhaps there's a lesson to be learned from that, but - once again - don't ask me what!David Melville