The demented flurry of objects at the end of the film leapt the star rating up to 4! Segundo de Chomón's films always feel so stinkily fragrant. The fetishistic frottaging of the brushes reminded me of Švankmajer's 'Conspirators of Pleasure'. I loved how morose Julienne Mathieu looked while having her hair brushed - presumably because she had to sit still for an agonising amount of time! I hope she was paid well.