Mauvais Sang ★★★★½

Paris, the near future. A boy. A girl. A heist.

Forget the plot — it’s a film that exists almost entirely in the moment, flowing from one exuberant scene to another with frenzied inventiveness. It’s a miracle it all works. If you’re on its wavelength, it’s exhilarating, a fearless beast of a film. Features perhaps the greatest use of a David Bowie song ever.