Au secours ! Les mots m'ont mangé

A talky, oblique art-drama that drifts through conversations about admiration and access, asking patience more than offering payoff.

A dry, talky French comedy of backstage egos and sibling friction, more amusing in its verbal textures than in any plot momentum.

A quick, slight character sketch that coasts on quirky charm rather than depth.

A short, wry art-world piece that plays more like a dry conversation than a story.

A light, talky short that coasts on awkward charm and the mild friction of two mismatched people sharing a meal.

A talky, unhurried portrait that asks you to sit with a controversial writer's ideas rather than his life story.

A brief, odd little experiment that plays like a strange body-and-mind joke, over almost before it registers.

A quiet, wry French character piece that blurs work and private life, watching a director mine his own marriage for material.

A slight, gentle French comedy about a small misunderstanding that quietly escalates into a stubborn, absurd standoff.

A quiet, wry short that drifts along with a painter's curiosity, more gently puzzling than funny.

A wry, talky French chamber piece drifting through art-world chatter, more amused by its own digressions than driven by its mystery.

A scrappy, self-aware comedy that coasts on awkward charm and cringe humor rather than polish.