Slimtime is all seductive voices, sleek bodies and the merest sliver of menace. And there are some less chic bodies on show. Set in a vast, ultra modern, airport terminal (without the crowds) clinic, a man accompanies his wife for some therapeutic waist reduction. Whilst she is undergoing her treatment he takes a walk through the complex, admiring the beauties on display whose responses are not all demure. The programme seems unusual to say the least, the ladies with the waists fastened into machines, pressurised, sprayed, slimmed. But not all female body shapes are suitable, or even attractive, to all men. The directors from the marvellous Supinfocom Arles, Bertrand Avril, Pierre Chomarat, David Dangin and Thea Matland restrain themselves. Other movies might well have overdone the excesses of cream cakes or slimming equipment. Their colour palette is restrained and where there is mockery it is gentle. I loved the sound effects and the little design flourishes - the stained glass emblem of the cup cake in the treatment room, for instance. Most of all, Andrés wife has a great day out. Much better than afternoon cream tea.