the pacing is really weird and is what ultimately made me lose interest in the film - the second half had really repetitive, boring scenes that culminate in satisfying pay-offs that don't justify how unsatisfactory what preceded it was. there are some really nice and really funny scenes, though, and there's a certain charm throughout that I really enjoyed. the ending was totally not at all earned and just plain bad.
etaix's genius might be in taking the slapstick gesture - perhaps the oldest form of cinematic narrative - and instill it with the same kind of complexity and grace that eric rohmer did with the spoken sentence. the final moments of this film - the gag as aphorism? - are, in their own unprepossessing way, as poignant a reflection on desire as anything in late buñuel.