Feature film debut of writer-director Sande Zeig, who happens also to be president of the independent-film distributor, Artistic License, which happens to have distributed this one. It must be nice to have your virgin effort assured of circulation, no matter how inept, how inert, how awkward, how amateur. All of that, and worse, would describe this retro-lesbo-noir about a Parisian nightclub chanteuse, the mannish painter who picks her up, and the mysterious menacing male who hovers nearby. Really it's no more an old-fashioned noir than an old-fashioned nudie, with the spare, tinny sound, the bluesy jazz background, and the voluminous voice-over ("She uses her nakedness as an armor. The night is hers. The city is hers") that typified the form circa 1966. The greatest, or only, area of curiosity concerns the double standard that permits one of the two lovers — the mannish one — to stay so modestly covered up. The same double standard, this, as in the old-fashioned coeducational nudie. Agathe de la Boulaye, Claire Keim, Cyril Leconte. (2001) — Duncan Shepherd
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