With its impeccable script, finely tuned acting, and astonishing emotional integrity, Look at Me deserves to be seen immediately and widely. Lolita (Marilou Berry) is 20 years old and, in the words of her father, "anger on wheels." She's got cause: Said father is the famous writer/publisher Etienne Cassard (co-writer Jean-Pierre Bacri), an insufferable narcissist. Also, Lolita is heavy, and nearly everyone who befriends her does so only to get to her father. Sylvie (writer/director Agnès Jaoui), Lolita's voice teacher, is guilty of same. Her husband Pierre (Laurent Grevill) is a writer, and Cassard wants to publish his book. Such is the impetus for herding the whole flock of characters into a single pen: Lolita, Cassard, Sylvie, Pierre, and a few others, including Sebastien (Keine Bouhiza), a boy who likes Lolita as she is. This is film at its finest, and it does what art is meant to do: It shines a penetrating, intelligent light on a swath of living, breathing humanity. And in so doing, it shows us who we are.