LA (PETITE) CHINOISE

The scouts

Two minutes of guy-wants-to-preserve-girl-before-she-leaves is about as subversive as a greeting card, even if the title's playing games with Godard—pass unless there's something genuinely perverse lurking in the execution.

Jacquemin locates himself in a lineage of intimate European portraiture, and the tenderness here feels earned through formal restraint; two minutes of melancholic precision that argues for what cinema does best—hold time still.

The keepsake conceit could flatten into sentimentality, but there's a single choice—likely in how absence is framed rather than presence—that transforms this from pretty breakup footage into something that actually breaks.