Not sure what the purpose of this exercise is but the craft is definitely impeccable.
Stunning. As angry and bleak as 35 Rhums is full of love, a perfect b-side siren stomp.
Furthermore, I don't know another filmmaker who thinks in images in anything close to the same way as Denis does. She has her own grammar, an inflection to admire that invites curious eyes. Every image is used for its affective weight, primarily, but she weds them to story in such a lucid way that it all accrues as steady as the ocean's tide laps up, up high.