Alice Carole est belle à mourir

The scouts

A two-minute French farce that takes the 'fatal beauty' cliché and actually *does* something perverse with it—she's not the victim of her own gorgeousness, she's problem-solving it like a deadpan bureaucrat. Korchia's refusing the expected tragedy beat entirely, which is exactly the kind of subversive move most festivals would nervous-laugh past.

The film sits comfortably in a lineage of absurdist French comedy and farcical form—there's a deliberateness to how it deploys whimsy without sentiment, though at two minutes it's almost too brief to fully examine the precision of its tonal calibration.

The coup here is the performance tone: Alice's matter-of-fact deadpan against the increasingly ridiculous suitor-casualty count turns what could be arch into something genuinely funny and strange on a shoestring. That single choice—playing it straight—reframes the entire premise.