If there is a perfect ground between documentary and fiction, in which a film grows in stable equilibrium, Vigil Vernier found it innately. The strangeness of the routine of two strippers in a bar in Orleans mixed with the equally bizarre annual festivities in honor of Joan of Arc. Both girls understand each other. At night they are a fiction of themselves, during the day they plunge in the narration of the life of another woman, extending it to theirs. An environment not too far from Rohmer’s romantic surgery. At first we are nervous, we await the shock, but the spontaneity of colors and movements, dialogues, makes these events, however distant they may be, seem as natural as our own routine. (M. M.)
