Lovingly chronicling the tapestry of detail that goes into a day's programming at a radio broadcaster (Radio France), the film seems filled with expansive love for the enormous hive of labor, no detail too small (sound engineer(?) coiling wires at a live broadcast) that goes into maintaining our mental lives, suggesting it is this circuit of psychosomatic labor that has real ontological status, not "individual lives"
Light but not at all shallow. The editing is brisk and precariously on-point--it's like seeing a rock skipping across the water for 99 minutes. One of those films that's like an antidote to suckiness--like he made it to show how much intelligence and inspiration still exist in the world (or at least in France).