There’s so little to the subjects in Marguerite Duras’ films—here it’s that old favorite, doomed love among the rotting aristocracy—that it’s easy to think of her as the most perverse of minimalists. But Duras’ thin dramas are perceived through layers upon layers of style—she’s the Busby Berkeley of structuralism. In this 1974 film, she uses constantly shifting tenses, rigorous patterns of camera movement (and stillness), acting boiled down to broad isolated gestures, nonsynchronous dialogue (often between characters who don’t appear in the visuals), and a dozen other radical devices. The result is a film that is extremely boring in rather fascinating ways, well worth seeing for those with a tolerance for stasis and a taste for French abstraction. With Delphine Seyrig and Michel Lonsdale. In French with subtitles. 120 min.