It is the story of a young French pop chanteuse, played beautifully by Corinne Marchand, waiting for the results of a cancer biopsy. Filmed in 1961, in real time, during 1 and half hours of her day as she faces her fears and questions her existance along the streets of Paris. I held on to this film for a while, afraid I would not be in the mood for a sad movie. I wish I hadn't waited so long. The film is beautiful not only for it's growth of the main character but also for it's wonderful glimpses into what people really wore and drove in 1960's Paris. Cleo's clothes are delightful, as well as her loft like apartment, complete with a swing! This is existentialism at it's most fashionable.