Chantal Akerman's formalism can come across as cold or distant, especially in this film, the story of a dual love affair; nevertheless, her characters live beyond the concepts they represent or talk about, and there's a genuine compassion there too, however restrained. During the day, Jack and Julie make love; at night he drives a taxi and she wanders Paris, until she meets the man who drives the taxi in the daytime, Joseph, and begins an affair. It's a waking dream of a film - no-one needs to sleep, apparently - and a complex portrait of Paris, a city both alive and isolating. Julie is perfectly happy to compartmentalise her life, loving Jack and Joseph equally while they, in turn, become more jealous and possessive. The final shot is miraculous.