Sacre Pneus!

The French movie Holy Motors has been getting great reviews, all agreeing that it is a wonderfully odd beast, but also that it revels in its "artsiness". So I finally saw it at The Royal on Tuesday. The premise does seem strange: M. Oscar is driven in a limousine throughout Paris for 9 appointments. Before each set-up, he reads over a dossier. Oscar then dons theatrical makeup and clothes, and pretends to be variously: an old woman, a motion-capture test subject, a crazy homeless person who kidnaps an American model, and then it gets weird.

For myself, there were enough hints in the movie (for example, suggestions that some of the other people were also doing "appointments"), that you could come up with a consistent explanation for the movie's odd story. It could be something relatively simple or Lisa Simpson's reverse vampire level of complexity. It was a commentary on our ubiquitous video-recording and how social media and the internet has allowed us to inhabit diverse persona.