lmages of night and images of love are interwoven with each other, couples meet and separate, fragments of life are captured in short scenes. They don't tell a story, and yet, they tell the story of every one of us: They are like the songs of Edith Piaf, simple and eternal.

This hot summer night in Brussels, women, men and children give them- selves up to their passionate feelings; the end of their journey is reached at sun- rise.

As in her earlier films, Chantal Akerman again sets out to search for the ultimate answer, which lies in the smallest gestures and movements.