Instantly one of my favorite Rohmer movies. An entire treatise on his major preoccupation, the one which can be found throughout the entirety of his work: the dissonance between language and desire.
He who has two women loses his soul. He who has two houses loses his mind.
Carving out a separate physical space for oneself as an external representation of an internal splitting; Ogier's character is not just juggling two different apartments but two different selves. No wonder she goes a bit crazy (then again, we could always blame it on the full moon).