For Vincent Delerm, life is a movie. His oeuvre is graced with cinematic iconography, and some of his most endearing, enduring songs double as fan mail to his favourite screen idols (“Fanny Ardant et moi”, “Tous les acteurs s'appellent Terence”). The humble-voiced troubadour bounds through these cobblestone-street serenades like he's starring in his own magic-realist romantic comedy, singing every line as if holding his hat to his heart while jaunty piano lines, brushed-snare rhythms and excitable strings mount an irrepressible charm offensive.