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A boring Wednesday afternoon. Aïda, Eren and Emilie are hanging around, trying to find something to do. Suddenly, a very strange car appears at the corner of the street. On top of it, a nine eyes camera is taking pictures of the city, mapping it out. The girls are delighted: that's a great opportunity to do a photo shoot. Here they go, walking next to the car, posing in front of the camera, and soon enough they're cracking up. The car is already far up the street when Aïda pulls up her t-shirt towards her friends to make them laugh even more. She realizes too late that the camera is 360°, and that the car has her picture. Now they need to get it back.
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A boring Wednesday afternoon. Aïda, Eren and Emilie are hanging around, trying to find something to do. Suddenly, a very strange car appears at the corner of the street. On top of it, a nine eyes camera is taking pictures of the city, mapping it out. The girls are delighted: that's a great opportunity to do a photo shoot. Here they go, walking next to the car, posing in front of the camera, and soon enough they're cracking up. The car is already far up the street when Aïda pulls up her t-shirt towards her friends to make them laugh even more. She realizes too late that the camera is 360°, and that the car has her picture. Now they need to get it back.

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Genre:Drama
Directed By:Laura Chebar
Written By:Perrine Prost
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Runtime:9 minutes
Studio:La Fémis

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