It's a ready-to-wear musical: imagine Pajama Game taken out of the factory and into the shopping mall and you have an idea of this exuberant production that plays on yé-yé (in America, bubble-gum) ideas of romance while it deconstructs Demy. It takes place in the uniquely claustrophobic arena of a shopping mall, where shop windows replace the proscenium arch, making the actors spectators and vice versa. Here, shopgirls are trapped in hopeless loves for "ready-to-wear romeos" whose futures as petits-bourgeois are already sealed. The late Delphine Seyrig lends characteristic insight as the wistful wife of a boutique owner; everyone else plays it straight. The witty dialogue-in-song, written by Akerman herself, loses something of its wickedness in the translation, which is why we strongly recommend seeing The Eighties first.