Very heavily allegorical; saying something about the sexes but god knows what. I don’t mind not knowing. For a film so nebulous and with such sweet visual composition, I probably had a better time enjoying it on a more mindless and superficial level like I do my own dreams.
I'm usually a sucker for this type of messy documentary. Scattered shots of people existing at a certain time in a certain place is interesting in itself, and that's where the bulk of this film's merit comes from (for me, anyway). But Étaix makes it a little too clear that he sees people as dopey, ugly things. Too many shots of, like, fat people itching themselves, and interviewees giving dumb answers. Consumerism, gluttony, anti-intellectualism, etc. are perfectly legitimate things to criticize, but the film comes off as a bit more misanthropic than insightful.