I’m sure I missed a good many political nuances in this French black comedy about an uneasy former radical of May 1968, now a district attorney with a taste for horror movies. But a meaty performance by Jean-Pierre Leaud, a suggestive one by Irene Jacob as a seductive Polish waitress, and a creepy recurring nightmare in a movie house involving the two of them kept me absorbed throughout. The writer-director, Serge Le Peron, wrote criticism for Cahiers du Cinema between 1976 and 1984, initially under the editorship of the great Serge Daney, and the politics of the preceding period is part of what makes this movie so generationally specific: it brings into play Leaud’s history as a New Wave icon—in Truffaut’s Antoine Doinel films, Godard’s Masculine-Feminine and La chinoise, Rivette’s Out 1, and Eustache’s The Mother and the Whore. Also intriguing is the apparent nod in the title to the late, unjustly neglected Louis Marcorelles, ironically one of the only leftist critics writing for Cahiers du Cinema in the 50s and 60s—the New Wave era itself. I haven’t seen Le Peron’s previous features, but this low-key yet memorable effort suggests that maybe I should. 94 min.