Much of Godins purple declarative dialogue is delivered at a breakneck pace as though these verbally nimble actors are running lines at auctioneerspeed while simultaneously playing their intentions to the hilt The film is an exercise in radical compression its velocity integral to its comic effects though all the rapidfire yakking and spastically edited reverseshot sequences lead to a wordless denouement in which Mésuline searches her pockets for a cigarette in a shot thats hardly protracted yet still takes up about onefifth of this taut little films runtime Her pleasure in finally lighting up is fairly adorable