she is a protagonist: running up the apartment steps,
a scarf beautiful and warm on her face,
her hair dripping from the rain.
she likes old cafes, old music and dead men;
she keeps cats, reads books, drinks tea;
But, lucky for the academy, this is a satire
directed by a foreigner:
she is shopping in Paris when a gnome runs onscreen
and kills her.
the director defended his choice, saying
he was subverting expectations;
the film was a metaphor for nothing
because art has no meaning.
the last pavilion 