A case of a film's likability being unrelated to its obvious immaturity. Super likeable, actually. The full-tilt pacing is perfect to showcase Moguillansky's editing chops, with delightful results riffing on eg Bresson's Pickpocket, Truffaut, Rivette... Full of cinematic/literary references, in fact. All elevated to a postmodern mania. Beckett on meth. Less a great film than a lure but, I'll bite!