French. Surreal. Art film. You know how to know if it’s an art film? Mannequin parts are involved.
I could try to explain the plot. Maybe. But it would be like trying to put a suit on a salamander to even attempt, so I won’t. It kinda makes sense in that 9 or so segments are stitched together.
It’s like the theater kids, tech guys, make-up artists, camera people, gaff crew, band nerds, location scouts, and one actor all got together and said Fuck You, script chimps, we makin our own movie! Then they hired a limo company to drive them everywhere.
And there you have it.
