Agnès

The scouts

A two-minute film about name mispronunciation sounds like therapy-session fodder until Boudrant makes it *surreal* — the identity shifts aren't metaphorical, they're literal, and suddenly you're watching a girl fragment across pronunciation. It's the kind of premise that could be deadly earnest in other hands, but here it's genuinely unsettling.

Boudrant situates this squarely in the experimental lineage of identity cinema — there's formal rigor in how each mispronunciation triggers a visual or tonal rupture, a clarity of constraint that recalls the best of structuralist shorts, even at two minutes.

The real move is how Boudrant lets the *sound design* do the identity work — each mispronunciation doesn't just land verbally, it rewires the visual grammar around it, and that single decision — trusting audio to destabilize form — transforms what could've been a gentle coming-of-age sketch into something that actually *breaks*.