“The day will never dawn again on anyone.”
The entangled arms of lovers. The charred bodies of Hiroshima victims. A woman says she saw everything in Hiroshima. A man says she did not.
The synthesis of word and image have never been more provocative than in Alain Resnais’ radical debut feature, Hiroshima Mon Amour, a beautiful and deeply affecting meditation on the nature and effects of love, war, and the malleability of memory.
Set against the foreboding backdrop of Hiroshima,…