An exercise in whimsicality that might leave Wes Anderson fatigued. Dominique Abel and Fiona Gordon wrote and directed, and they also star as a homeless Frenchman and the hapless Canadienne whose life (and backpack) he infiltrates. (The pair have done this sort of collaboration before, in The Fairy, Rumba, and L’Iceberg.) She’s in Paris looking for her aunt, who has fled her apartment in an effort to escape the forces that wish to put her in an old folks home at the tender age of 88. He’s in Paris looking for breakfast in the trashcan outside Maxim’s floating restaurant. Abel and Gordon love old-fashioned physical comedy, and it shows in both motion and appearance. (She looks like a live-action character out of Wallace & Gromit; he looks like Mr. Bean after a two-week bender.) Throughout, there is an air of deeply dedicated silliness that sometimes impresses — as when the two dance in a way that both mocks and honors the very act of dancing — and sometime irritates — as when we’re set up to chuckle over Dom’s method of spying on Fiona as she is told that her aunt is dead. The story is sweet and simple, so much so that it doesn’t stand a chance against the goofy twosome. (2017) — Matthew Lickona