Vadim Rizov’s review published on Letterboxd :
The opening shot is a sepia iris-out of Julien (Mathieu Carrière): initially silent, as befits the WWI-era period, then sound fades in as the iris expands, acknowledging an ahistorical addtion to period visual grammar. That was the last time I had any idea what this movie was doing and why. There's a scene where Bulle Ogier struggles to eat a piece of chicken that's hilarious slapstick out of a totally different movie. I get this is a mournful twilight-for-European-civilization WWI-precipitated affair, but I have no idea what's specifically going on in any other respect and was totally baffled throughout.