At the beginning of the film, lingering close-up shots of the couple’s nude bodies show them entwined in an embrace. This intimacy is merely physical as they’ve yet to bare their souls to each other.

Hiroshima and Nevers… what do these two places have in common? Nothing, it seems, just as our protagonists appear to be worlds apart.

‘What were you doing when the bomb fell on Hiroshima?’

‘I was on the street in Paris.’

‘I heard it was a sunny day in Paris.’

The male protagonist’s casual remark reveals our attitudes towards those who’ve never experienced war- the sense that they don’t know what it’s like. In fact, they do. All of us do by virtue of the human empathy and capacity for sorrow and pain. War has a rippling effect; a strange way of spreading its noxious waves even to those removed from the main action. Hiroshima mon Amour links two individuals on very different cultural and emotional planes in a poetic depiction of universal grief and suffering.