An untranslatable avant-garde look at French mainstream society, Virgil-ed by a pop TV presenter. Brilliant, nobody ever done this before, magnificent.

You can tell the characters aren’t real, since they talk directly to the camera plenty of times (not just on TV), the strongest assertions have always the Eiffel tower in the background, and consist only of stereotypes. Much is lost in translation.

It seems quite right wing. All poor people are either living on the dole, want to live on the dole, or live for a selfie with the person from TV. On the other hand, even the rich people are weirdos and morons, so maybe it’s that French general misanthropy.

That ending is just weird. Some chav wrecking a public bike for shit and giggles comes out of nowhere, and lingers on for too long.


This is my place for ramblings about sequences of images that exploit the human visual limitation know as persistence of vision.

Ephemera of Vision