Short cuts : François Truffaut's The Woman Next Door

Marseille, midsummer. Lying on their beach towels, Jess and Alana talk about the previous night's beach party.

Trying to keep together all the little beings that are fragments of yourself. Overwhelming states of shapeshifting through contradictory perceptions of the inner and the outer self. Feeling, not feeling, falling apart and finally reassembling and reconciling all the little beings into one loving self again.

During a suffocating family meal, Gabrielle locks herself in the bathroom. When she opens the door, she finds herself in a phantasmagorical and absurd world where the monstrous figure of family does not cease pursuing her.