NOMBRE D'OR
2026 · 2m
Directed by Prune Wong
Tones: absurdist, darkly comic
Chaï, a young man with a mathematically perfect physique, auditions to enter a rather particular acting agency; will he meet the jury's expectations?
Picked by Felix
The scouts
A two-minute takedown of the body-as-commodity wrapped in absurdist casting-call theater—Wong swings a scalpel at beauty standards and the machinery that quantifies human flesh, and does it with enough deadpan audacity that you're not sure whether to laugh or feel sick, which is exactly the point.
The film's economy of form—stripping the audition scenario to its Kafkaesque essence—recalls a lineage of procedural satire from Buñuel onward, though Wong's restraint in both dialogue and visual language suggests a more contemporary minimalism that trusts the jury's coldness to speak volumes.
The real coup is the single, sustained close-up on Chaï's face as the verdict approaches; that held shot—neither panicked nor complicit—becomes the entire film's moral fulcrum, turning what could have been a surface-level gag into something genuinely unsettling with zero production flourish.