J'ai faim, j'ai froid

Two waifs are dropped in Paris one evening, very hungry and with little money. They wander around awhile before the need for cash has them interrupt diners in a restaurant wailing a one word tune. They get the bum's rush but two men agree to pay for their meal with one giving them a place to stay for the night.

"J'ai" looks like a work whose geneses was the result of a boring evening for director Chantal Ackerman and her pals, one with a tapeworm, deciding to make a film on the fly that night. Monotone automatons the girls carry their sober attitude through the evening zombie like before getting in varying ways their needs met. The lifelessness in them extends to the pic overall in what amounts to a nostalgic return to Godardian New Wave with a hungry Stan and moody Ollie as our guides. A Dada like dud.