Review by Rose_Noire

A peeping camera tracks Jean Seaberg in her intimate misdemeanors as a lonely wife neglected by her homosexual husband, playing in a fetishist way with an inflatable doll she kills with a stroke of cigarette. But the essential points did occur off-screen. As a matter of heat wave (meaning of the Italian title), it's rather a shock wave and its fading impact we are slowly witnessing. Like an early Jeanne Dielman but on the bourgeois side, she gets bored of her repetitive life, while a murder seems latent. Stressed by a sirocco blow with sandy clouds dissolving her life, she sums up her states of mind in black & white photonovel cut sequences. Like a ghost wasted in a foreign country, trapped in a quite smothering closed circuit "so still, static and hot", she could only get out paraded like a funfair monster.