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The scouts

A beauty pageant prep session that somehow pivots into something genuinely unhinged—the premise is already absurdist, but Chevé and Letailleur seem to be asking what happens when you take the vanity seriously enough that it becomes grotesque. Two minutes of satire that doesn't wink at the audience; it just goes there.

The film's economy of form—compressed narrative, precise tonal control—suggests filmmakers versed in the lineage of French absurdist comedy, from Vigo through Tati's economy of gesture. What's interesting is the restraint; it trusts the premise without overexplaining the joke.

The real move here is probably in the editing or sound design that makes the banal horror of the beauty industry land in two minutes; there's a specific choice—maybe how the scene is framed, maybe a single line reading—that transforms what could've been a thin premise into something with weight.