Having seen my first Pialat film only recently (We Won’t Grow Old Together), the jolting imagery of Isabelle Aux Dombes was something of a shock. Shot in stark black-and-white, the allegorical plot concerns a woman who drives out to the countryside, is subsequently chased by a man in an apocalyptic forest (the confluence of life and decay permeates the film), and is finally transformed into a specter of death with scabbed-over eyes. Pialat’s shaky handheld camerwork and ragged editing create a frightening atmosphere, adding up to something close like a silent horror film (and far-removed from We Won’t Grow Old Together, which seems indebted to Cassavettes, despite it preceding much of his work). It’s a bold and visionary experiment from Pialat, who made the film at the ripe age of 26.