She tries a few different paths: a relaxing summer house, where her friend’s family clashes with her vegetarianism and need for solitude; a one-day trek in the mountains that becomes an exercise in crying; a beach crowded by horny, semi-naked peers to whom she cannot relate. She keeps hearing “You’re lonely, you’re sad, you need to hang out with friends, you need a new boyfriend.” The people offering this advice are lounging in colorful French summer clothes and bathing suits, glasses of wine in their hands, and they’re startled when Delphine cries in front of them.
Still, Delphine believes in destiny and fate, and she tells her astrology-believing friends about seeing green objects everywhere, including a playing card on the street. This becomes the film’s mysterious motif as she finds another green card and then overhears a group of older travelers talking about Jules Verne’s The Green Ray and the optical anomaly it’s named after: In a certain setting, at twilight, a rare and unexpected emerald flash appears just as the sun sinks below the horizon.
A Hollywood production might force Delphine to track down this phenomenon as a singular means of self-discovery, but, thankfully, this is a Rohmer film. It doesn’t spoil the ending to reveal that Delphine does experience a glimmer of epiphany — via more than one channel, including the happenstance meeting of someone willing to listen to her incoherent ramblings (“I’m wary of guys. I’m crazy. I don’t meet any ... anymore.”). The result is a beautiful narrative of self-discovery, elegant in its simplicity; Rohmer doesn’t have to push hard on his basic premise to find extraordinary meaning.
Despite its outdated emphasis on women finding a “mate” in order to feel whole, The Green Ray still speaks to a universal need to feel understood. Sometimes that kind of validation required in young adulthood is found in — yes, why not? — a romantic partner. Certainly none of Delphine’s friends — virtually all of them women — understands what she’s going through. Merely pointing out her depression isn’t useful. But if The Green Ray were made today, Delphine’s search might well lead her to a woman friend who “gets” her. As it is, Delphine’s friends and acquaintances aren’t on her wavelength; she desires something more profound from conversation, but her fellow Parisians want summer relaxation. They don’t crave philosophical, nuanced, deeply felt interactions. They want to make jokes and eat pork chops.
To truly connect with someone — romantically or platonically — is a rare phenomenon. To not have felt that emotional connection for so long is what led Delphine to despair, yet The Green Ray shows how even the most hopeless person can find optimism again in simple, everyday things.