Éric Rohmer is a filmmaker for all seasons, but there’s a particular pleasure to Rohmer in the summertime. This isn’t just a matter of his films favoring the warm months—of the trio playing in our “Summer of Rohmer,” two could be called partly “summery,” though he scarcely limits himself to filming people on holidays. It speaks instead to some tonic quality in his cinema: the crispness of his dialogues; the airy cleanliness of his images; the unhurried way he has of letting characters stretch out and reveal themselves instead of rushing them along to accommodate a narrative timetable, as though they have all the time in the world. Rohmer is refreshing, restorative, bracing, a tall glass of ice water for a wilting mind and spirit. And that’s nice anytime, but in the summer, it’s doubly nice.