While the twelve strokes of midnight slowly sound in the night and the lights go out in the windows of old Montmartre, a devil is born in a puddle of rum, thrown by some drunkard. And to do his devilish job conscientiously, without wasting time. A cellar is nearby. The devil invites him to his gala evening. It raises the wind, swirls clouds of dust, and in a Sabbath atmosphere,... see more