POP !

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A love triangle where the third party is poultry—this is the kind of premise that makes committee programmers sweat, which is exactly why it works. Two minutes of absurdist restraint that doesn't wink at the audience; it just commits.

The surrealist romance has a pedigree stretching back through Buñuel, but what's curious here is how the brevity disciplines the concept—there's no room for self-indulgence, only formal precision in service of the absurd.

The entire film hinges on whether you buy the chicken as an equal romantic stake, and somehow in 120 seconds Brard and Patureau make that emotional geometry actually legible—that's a single tonal choice that either collapses the whole thing or elevates it completely.