Quartile rating: 7/10 · 1 rating
Louis just found the corpse of a man in front of his apartment building. Taken in for custody by Captain Buron, he finds himself on the wrong end of a surreal interrogation. But how can you prove you are innocent when the cops are crazy?
Quentin Dupieux's absurdist police procedural is a genuinely singular piece of work — a claustrophobic, Kafkaesque comedy that operates entirely on its own logic. The film's novelty is its strongest suit: the interrogation-room premise becomes a launching pad for increasingly surreal non-sequiturs, timeline violations, and deadpan meta-gags that feel unmistakably Dupieux. The plot is deliberately slight and circular by design, functional rather than compelling as narrative. Acting from Benoît Poelvoorde and Grégoire Ludig is committed and well-calibrated to the absurdist register but not transcendent. Cinematography is deliberately flat and institutional — appropriate but not distinguished. The ending, while tonally consistent, feels abrupt and somewhat anticlimactic even by the film's own deliberately arbitrary standards, leaving the impression of a sketch that runs out of steam rather than arriving anywhere satisfying.