46bis looks like primitive film, like pictures from way back you’ve just found in an old, dusty trunk up the attic. You run it cautiously through the projector and discover an amazing world. This vivid movie is supported by a hallucinated tenderness of dance à la Rimbaud, performed in the big tradition of surrealism and happiness of free spirits. Two girls are sliding along the paved floor to the tones of Arabic pop music. The film image incites their movement, not vice versa.