Semi-autobiographical film abut students at a Paris film school. All the trappings of a Nouvelle Vague film but none of the joie de vivre and all filmed in dull natural light with a static camera. The students mooch around, smoking, drinking and talking nonsense, like moody teenagers who think they know everything. Unless you’re interested in discussions about the nature of film, it’s as boring as the characters. And if you are interested in the subject matter, it’s annoying as well as boring. All hit films are rip-offs made for money, says one of the director’s mouthpieces. Film should recreate real life, says another. No room here for the flights of imagination on which cinema can take us. This is director JP Civeyrac’s 12th film and the first to get a British distribution. It may well be his last.