Many films have been made that deals with the subject of love between a man and a woman that endures the ravages of time. This one does not stand out, primarily due to lackluster direction. Compare it to Pierre Graniere Deferre's "Le chat" (The cat) or the American film "Wrestling Ernest Hemingway" and the film lacks the maturity of approach to the subject of geriatric love or love in the evening of one's life.
The film regales you primarily because of its fine performances: Quinn, Bacall, Aumont and Kedrova. Of course, much of the screen time is taken up by Quinn and Bacall. Quinn is convincing in the role of the once virile young man now aging and alone. Bacall fits the role of a woman of steadfast love. Both are lovely to watch on screen for their sheer screen presence considering their age. Aumont is unrecognizable as age has taken its toll on his physique. Kedrova's performance reminds you of her role in Zorba the Greek; one wonders if she could ever be markedly different in any film. Quinn's real life son plays the young Quinn in the black and white flashbacks.
The film's closing song by Charles Aznavour in English and French is like fine brandy at the end of a meal. This is not a French film or a Canadian film or an American film with its French locations and American actors. It exudes a distinct international flavor. Take a whiff.