a far cry from the deneuvue in repulsion (insert italian loanword) and a far cry from the man called fusion-sama in japan. whatever the case, add a little serge gainsbourg -the jacques cousteau of smoking gauloises and puffy eye balls- and como sa va: que tes reves soient doux- manon 70 (no relation to boccaccio 70, though). what little i can say for sure about michel colmbier's instrumentals in this film is that they are a lot like what i have, for many years, imagined it would be like to scuba dive with wealthy hermaphrodites in red knit caps. regardless of my biotic escapades covered by a sentient per diem, this movie plays like one long scopitone video where rare animals of the sea are transfixed by that organ tone. i want to go to there. did the engineer leave the master tape in the back window of his citroen as he fled the algerian desert while serge gently blew smoke on the machines playheads? how does that tone happen!?
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