Nobody From Nowhere (Un Illustre Inconnu) – 6

A very bizarre story, slightly more engaging than annoying, in which an undistinguished real estate agent tries out the personas of his clients. Perhaps it is intended as a meditation on identity: do clothes make the man, or will a wax mask do it, or the voice? Or do you have to take on his personal relationships as well? But why does our “hero” choose a reclusive violinist as the personality he will inhabit for the rest of his life? And why do we think his imposture, which defies credibility in the first place, will hold up during five years in prison? And why does he willingly go in for a crime he didn’t commit? And how could the police possibly pin the non-crime against the wrong person on him? And how dare the director start his film at the end, go into flashback mode to tell the story, then carry the plot another half-hour after we reach what we thought was the end? And who would have bought an apartment from this “nobody” in the first place?