We met Aemilia Scott at the last edition of Clermont-Ferrand Film Festival. Let’s say this better: we sought to meet her; combing the stands, poor as our memory for faces is, in search of the main character of a film (Best If Used By, her debut feature) that just the day before had shamefully moved us to tears. So what to do, congratulate her or seek revenge? “Keep doing things”, we quipped. “Maybe you’d like to be a juror?” “Best If Used By” is not only a surprising debut; a clever, universal, most funny parable about coming to terms with loss; it’s a human film. Both in style – Aemilia was the only one, in a maze of valuable post-structuralists, to tell us a story – and content: teaching us the art (practised by too many, understood by few), the poetry of inappropriate laughter. When there’s nothing else to do…