Le Grand Brossage

The scouts

Two minutes of dental hygiene that somehow becomes a meditation on self-destruction—this is the kind of premise that makes everyone else in the room roll their eyes until the film actually *works*. Fernandes takes the most mundane human gesture and twists it into something genuinely unsettling, which is exactly the move a contrarian lives for.

There's a lineage here—absurdist reduction techniques traceable through Tati and early Kiarostami—but the execution feels slightly underbaked, relying on premise rather than the formal rigor that would elevate it into the conversation pieces that actually endure.

The entire film hinges on how hard he presses the brush into his gums, and that single physical choice—the escalation of casual self-harm—is what transforms a joke into something that actually sticks with you, which is filmmaking economy done right.