But romance is the wrong word here-this is a film interested in other kinds of exhilaration, of an interplay between ritualised control and improvised, chance derangement.
The black and white here may share the sun-drenched lighting of Lola, of Demy's favoured seaside towns, but its harder edges reflect the narrative of obsessive repetition, of a gambling addiction that trumps that other repetition addictive, romance.
