A tragic film about skin care. No matter the defenses, there will be sunburns and wrinkles and age. Even the immaculate Jean Seberg slathers face cream onto her cheeks. Preminger choreographs these narcissists in the most astonishingly complex widescreen compositions in his career. Privileged moment: the maid chugging a beer at the extreme left edge, as main characters natter about a casino in the middle ground.