Despite an unfortunate 3 hours staring in miserable confusion at Les Uns Et Les Autres (which, before anyone bothers to write in, I know very well was directed not by F. Truffaut but by the considerably less handsome Claude Lelouch) last weekend, I am quite "up for" French people at the moment. I have just spent a month in French France and miss it rather; indeed, I have many France-related topics that I will be returning to over the coming days, including:
1. Didactic? Moi? Non, madame
2. How did Michel Berger get France Gall AND Veronique Sanson to sing like sheep, just like he does? (Was there something in his manstick?)
3. Paris-Brest
4. Why no hot chilli?
5. Cheese.
But that is for another time, for I am back in Canada now and the snow seems to have started. Still, it takes more than 10cm of snow to stop the mighty Canada Post and today, after an agonising nine month wait, a letter arrived from the Canadian federal government telling me that now I must apply to the Quebec provincial government. Still, it is worth it, for in a matter of weeks I will be legal, which means I will be able to buy alcohol between the hours of 5 and 7pm, smoke cigarettes in a long cigarette holder, and listen to the early work of Richard Clayderman on a personal music device in public with a dog that weighs less than 10 kilos on my knee.
This aside, there is much to tell - some paintings and monkeys to share, and a glimpse at the 'Let Them Eat Swan Lake' homage to Marie-Antoinette we made out of meringue and rice pudding on New Year's Eve. But all that can wait until tomorrow. I feel that I am 'back in the saddle' now, and that is good.
In the meantime, I offer you a clip from Les Uns Et Les Autres. If anyone ever says you "oh look at this it is a seminal piece of French cinema", biff them on the nose and run away (or go and watch Mon Oncle instead). If you do not believe me, watch this. I am hoping, for your sake, that it will put you off forever.
Pip pip!
NWM
6 comments:
What the hell IS this??? But yes, whatever it is, it has definitely put me off forever. Good call.
That, my friend, is the most boring film ever made. Boring and awful, in fact.
Surely not as boring as "Hiroshima mon amour", which I will force you to watch if you are a very bad monkey.
Ummm... is it an episode of Saturday Night Live filmed on the set of Synecdoche New York, put to a Starsky & Hutch soundtrack, and then dubbed?
Ms B, that sounds A LOT better than the terrible truth
So awful that it's rather brilliant. I almost want to watch it again.
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