One thing the Futurists and UK first-wave punkers The Damned had in common was an all-consuming love of speed. Claude Lelouch’s ten minute long short-film, C’etait un Rendezvous, is also about the dizzying vertigo of V12 chaos that speed can induce, but imagine if Beaudelaire and Breton had some balls, and instead of drifting down hashish boulevards they’d gone mad on the fumes of the petrol.

C’etait un Rendezvous may have started out as a bet to use up some leftover film, but it ends by proving that the most exhilarating form the derive can take is a 140mph blow-out down the Champs Elysees.