Guaranteed to send even aficionados of Gallic self-indulgence screaming for the exit, “Paris, My Little Body Is Aweary of This Great World” won’t get much farther than cast and crew screenings. Underneath its infuriating surface, however, this first feature by editor Franssou Prenant, who worked in the ’80 swith Raymond Depardon and Romain Goupil, does contain glimmerings of an undisciplined talent.
Clearly not someone to do anything by halves, Prenant herself (who looks considerably younger than her 47 years) plays both roles in the framing device of two dissimilar ditzes, rebellious Myope and contented Lunettes, who bounce around a Paris apartment declaiming non sequiturs on everything from sex and politics to the world in general. Lunettes invents a story around a couple, Agathe (Cecile Garcia Fogel) and Andalusian cellist-cum-gym-instructor Pierrot (Manuel Cedron), who are in love but insist on giving each other a hard time (it’s a French movie, after all). Story within the film is shot in clean, composed 16mm — which shows Franssou has a strong technical grasp, even if she can’t get the script right — compared with Myope and Lunette’s brain-frazzling home-movie footage on Super-8.