And yet when I saw it at VIFF, the film's precisely calibrated crescendo effect hit with full force, building and building to a cathartic closing sequence that had
the audience yawping at the screen and cheering with truly spontaneous joy.
It's a cautionary tale about the lure of fantasy making of the
audience a stolen child, but unlike The Dreamers, its ultimate message isn't one of being deposited into the empty
yawp of a sea of teeming extras, but of finding in an infancy of dreaming the seeds of individualism and poetry.