A Tale of Springtime is one of those productions that seems to move lightly on the surface while doing something far more deliberate underneath. Rohmer isn’t concerned with plot mechanics or big reversals. He focuses instead on people talking — politely, cautiously — and on the small gaps between what they say and what they mean.
The premise is straightforward. A philosophy teacher, at loose ends after her living situation falls through, ends up spending time with a younger woman who seems oddly eager to slide her into her father’s life. There’s no villainy here and nothing approaching urgency; just conversations that slowly make everyone’s intentions clearer.
What makes it work is the precision. Rohmer builds the film from looks, pauses, and comments delivered a fraction off-beat, trusting the audience to connect the pieces. Some viewers will find the restraint maddening; others will be drawn in by the film’s quiet, careful intelligence. The drama is present — you just need to pay attention as it gathers.