But I have to say that the film is relentlessly silly, self-indulgent and self-admiring with a certain tiring kind of performer narcissism... which can't absorb or do justice to the themes of misogyny and sexual violence that this film winds up being about.
The cod-thriller scenes of corpse disposal do not convince on a realist level and do not work as comedy either.
The balconettes of the title are three neighbors and friends in flats in a courtyard in Marseille, with an online sex worker, an aspiring novelist, and an actor immersed in a Marilyn Monroe persona.
Elise actually stays in the ironic-glam-blond Marilyn persona for quite a while, supposedly because she forgot she still had the wig on, an atypical occurrence at the end of a hard day's filming.
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