A whimsical, love romp from the master of love that is operatic! Pop celebrity Jacques Dutronc can be a genius computer programmer identified as having a terminal brain disorder, also Sophie Marceau could be the flighty main attraction of a hilariously surreal mentalist nightclub act. Embarking on a billowy, tempestuous May-September fling (mirroring Zulawski and Marceau's own union ), they move through their various youth traumas, while racing to retain Lucas' grasp of language. A pastel-and-neon poetic feast not just on the visual stage, but also literally, My Nights... astounds with its lush wordplay -- for precisely the only way that Lucas can progressively combat their own evaporating mind is to speak with increasingly overburdened and metaphorical yells, before entire world becomes one enormous sweet-toothed, Zulawskian word-association game.