I have to say, this is easily among the strangest films I’ve ever had the pleasure of watching. The film’s title doesn’t really become relevant until the very end, which does offer some explanation for what we’ve seen, but mostly we follow the unusual actions of "Mr. Oscar" (played by Denis Lavant), who moves around the city in a gigantic white limousine that would have fit right in on the Atlantic City boardwalk; Edith Scob portrays his driver, "Céline." His morning departure, dressed impeccably, suggests he’s some kind of important financial person; his phone conversations mentioning percentages like 150% reinforce that impression until his driver tells him the details of his first “appointment” are in a file. Surprisingly, we're then brought back into the car to discover it's transformed into a complete dressing room, with makeup lights and an impressive selection of cosmetics and costumes. From there, over the course of the day, he takes on different identities and performs peculiar and sometimes unsettling tasks alongside Eva Mendes, Kylie Minogue, and Michel Piccoli. One minute he’s an unpleasant homeless person, then engaging in his own virtual fight sequences reminiscent of "John Wick" using CGI—but to what end? Who exactly is this man? What's the meaning behind all of it? It definitely has a message, or rather several messages, which eventually become clear, though I needed some time to fully grasp them. The pacing drags occasionally, but Lavant’s performances are almost like something out of vaudeville in their breadth—there seems to be no activity he can't approach with creativity! This one won't appeal to everyone, certainly, but it’s original and inventive and a world away from the usual routine. If you do decide to watch, though, put aside all other distractions and devote two hours to it; otherwise, its gradually building impact will be lost.

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