
A contest to find the saddest music in the world, where every time one wins a match, one slides into a pool of beer—perhaps just to make the Americans and their prohibition go insane. Inside a historic-mythical world (a XXth century mythology) set in Winnipeg, where the blurring of the colors just exacerbates the vividness of experience, the music comes as cause and medium, and finally as the only thing that rests after the end of all shows. Nothing perhaps like the origins of cinema could allow such a blend of laugh and tears—happily married in their stereotype, making an even bigger cliché where one can dissolve more, and more, as the music keeps going. What music?
“I hear music when I touch your hand...”
4 stars
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