Relaxed, conversational; full of discussions on life and the cosmos; like a Brisseau film sans softcore lesbian sex. Overflowing with subtext. The nature of illusion, performance, identity; characters posing as someone else. Cinema itself is an illusion, full of performances, deceptions, sleight of hand. Lost love drifts in and out as a leitmotif; love as the ultimate magic, conquering cynicism. A little masterpiece.