This film promises to do for Montreal what Richard Linklater’s Slacker did for Austin, only with a French Canadian accent. This kaleidoscopic romp through a semi-industrial neighborhood pays homage to Hubert Aquin’s 1962 film of the same name by seamlessly drawing together the work of seventeen cinematographers to capture everyday life in a vibrant working-class community on a single summer day. Glide along the boulevards of St-Henri with the charming perpetual motion machines that are this district’s diverse denizens, from the taciturn milkman to resourceful Doris the gleaner to a group of fashion-forward Mohawk hipsters. A thoughtful spatial metaphor organizes the anarchy and the camerawork: People—the city’s vital force—flow through St-Henri’s streets, steam tunnels, train tracks, and magnificent central canal like blood throbbing through veins. In St-Henri, people are definitely on the move, not to escape from home, but rather, to revel in it.  MP