I saw this as a short accompanying another film, and it turned out to be a real treat. Maybe part of the charm was the surprise element (I hadn't realised there was a short), but this shows real promise. It's a stylish, 5 minute homage. A romp through the cliches of French cinema, as seen through the eyes of a cocksure London chancer. He's so convinced he's Jean-Paul Belmondo in Godard's 1960 classic, A bout de Souffle, that even his mum can't get any sense out of him any more. Suffice to say he charms, he poses, and he eventually gets the girl - a dead ringer for Jean Seberg. Nicely written and played, with some real laughs. But it won't make much sense unless you've seen Godard's film.
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