As from an old picture album you emerge, still hearing in your ears a voice that accompanied you during your childhood, together with the figure and the face that, while nameless in your wake life, you could identify every time. And yet the film warned you years before about the problems of your own and of every signature, as well as it prepared you for any consideration of a career based on traits and traces. In it, through the beat of certain jazz, you rediscover now the end of the century, as well as the period that gave you and all the theories you love birth. A man with a coat and a hat, walking through the fog of Paris, sitting there where you sat and playing tricks, and sometimes even throwing a coup de dés at you.
4 stars.
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