Zazie dans le métro
Zazie's destructive, carefree asocial escapades make up what passes for a plot; her uncle and an identity-swapping policeman (Vittorio Caprioli) pursue her across the city (or sometimes forget to, overwhelmed as they occasionally are with romantic distractions), as she, a country girl, is determined to ride the Metro trains whether they're striking or not. Based on an impish novel by Raymond Queneau, Malle's film uses the whimsical semi-story as license to break the bank in terms of absurdist schtick and high-flying nonsense. Virtually no old-school gag-trick is left out: silent-comedy fast motion, gobbledygook language play (rather impressively translated into pidgin English in the newly restored subtitles), in-camera sleight-of-hand, splats of comic-book animation, musical impromptus, non sequitur cutaways, social satire, surrealistic touches (random shoes sold at a market play music when Zazie picks them up), even a climactic food fight-slash-set-demolition. It's a frenetic chaos, often evoking the Keystone Kops.
The odd thing about Zazie is that it is rarely funny –