Just go with it. Michel Gondry's "Mood Indigo" is without doubt an overcooked soufflé, a mad mix of what Tex Avery, Rube Goldberg and the silent-film fantasist Georges Melies might have come up with if they'd put their feverish heads together. But even though it's visually hyperactive, clever to a fault and musically overloaded -- the title Duke Ellington number seems the only one missing -- this movie based on Boris Vian's one-of-a-kind 1947 novel "L'Ãcume des jours," still possesses a deliriously seductive sweetness cut by the cruelty of fate, and story line that Puccini might have set to music.