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This is one of the finest films of all time.
And yet it is foie gras in the English-speaking world.
Fois gras. Fat time. temps de graisse++
Father time. Vater.
If there can be a French kiss, then can there also be a French love?
Is that not redundant?
No, I don’t think it is.
Even if the French “invented” love.
And the fifth element…quintessential.
Unlike any other culture the French.
Madeleine Renaud is the spitting image of Hillary Clinton. And just as craven.
Madeleine Robinson makes us drown in our own tears…with her Ophelia hair.
Madeleine, er…rather, Pierre Brasseur is a bastard, but a hell of an actor.
He plays on Duchamp. Yves Klein. And prefigures both.
Étant donnés. Finished in 1966?
And begun in 1946…the year before the Black Dahlia murder.
[in exactly the same pose]
But Paul Bernard is the biggest bastard of all.
A cuckoo sniper.
Remember the Beltway sniper attacks?
A quick perusal leads to only one possibility: strategy of tension.
And look at the world news.
Remember China’s accession to the WTO in October 2001.
[before the smoke of 9/11 had cleared]
Even the cable guys know this.
But I guy dress.
I most humbly submit the case of Mr. Tojamura.
What we have here is Opération béton 12 years early.
And so many cuckoo personages.
You must watch this film to see film language be broken so immaculately.
We would expect nothing less (nor more) from occupied France.
Great review it is on my list. I do love foie gras my favorite.
Yeah 🙂 me too! It’s hard to find it in Texas. Merci mon ami:)