Borrowing the aesthetics (and, apparently, the wardrobe) of John Cassavetes’s The Killing of a Chinese Bookie (1976), this directorial effort by French actor Mathieu Amalric (The Diving Bell and the Butterfly) begins as a showbiz shaggy-dog story, and Amalric’s use of narrative detours is so sly that not until the idyllic ending does one realize the movie is actually a study of two sexually and personally frustrated people. Amalric plays a disreputable tour manager scrambling to find a Paris venue for his troupe of American burlesque dancers (all playing themselves). His neurotic intensity on-screen is counterbalanced by his gregariousness off, which extends beyond his obvious affection for the brassy dames to an effortless naturalism that encompasses crackerjack French dialogue and improvisations in English, surrealist gestures and theatrical flourishes. In English and subtitled French.