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One of Mocky's best films. But which aren't? You can see his style, his touch, his independence in the first frames. He's the sort of filmmaker that never compromises, never bows down to morality. No wonder for someone that calls himself an amoral moralist. This film is a little heavy to get involved in, but once you're immersed in this surreal, or more real than real world, the film really gets you. The acting is terrific. The ending is perfect. Go see it with an open mind. And if you can find his DVD collection, get it, support this low budget, uncompromising film auteur! He's still shooting film at a rate of 1 every 2 years.

No pompous moralising or acting, or New Wave pretentiousness in the Mocky's movies I have seen, yet they are more free flowing, creative, iconoclastic, nihilistic, with more depth and heft about human filth greed and corruption, about the vagaries and vulgarities of all social classes than any or most of the sermonizing, megalomaniac self-inflating and self-indulgent sense of importance that you encounter in New Wave cinema. It is the anarchic, anti-establishment and iconoclastic Marx Brothers, Harold Lloyd and Buster Keaton meeting unpretentious and cartoonish surrealists and nihilists that you will see in this and other Mocky movies, with great yet natural acting, with Mocky, true to his name, mocking practically everything, including the social and political order, the intimate relationships and marriage order, the illusions and delusions of life and its inhabitants, but again without pedantry, and more in an almost cartoonish way that almost takes a dreamlike and fantasy quality or fairy tale dimension, like in a twilight zone that takes you to another world where the often depraved, deranged, amoral, or distorted moral inner springs of humanity are casually, unceremoniously, and nonpedantically on display.