Straightforwardly -- almost clinically -- Jean-Luc Godard presents this brief story of a woman's descent into prostitution. It's hardly a descent, really, as Anna Karina, in that unmistakably French way, happily chooses to start being paid for sex. Meanwhile, non-sequiturs abound to pad the plot, including dance numbers and a playful mime's act. Say what? Only in Paris.

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