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Chris 2022-01-12 08:01:10
Pierre-François Lacenaire
This is not coldness, it is rationality.
I declared war on human nature early on.
I will never follow in the footsteps of others, never!
I have to
talk like them like
them. They fill my mind
with books and
dust my children's thoughts with those old books .
This is what they call a great young man !... -
Kari 2022-01-12 08:01:10
Three children in heaven
Very beautiful and stylish French movies, with a magical temperament that attracts you. A lot of fragrant and thought-provoking dialogues, I want to save the screenshots one by one. One wonderful afternoon, I met three children from heaven.
Garance (female protagonist)-it was such a charming woman...
Albert Rémy
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Nicolas 2022-03-25 09:01:15
According to Tavernier, Preville actually disliked Kanet's director...? But who else can give so much ambiguity and tenderness to every role in front of the camera in this doomed struggle with fate.
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Elroy 2022-03-24 09:03:00
The polyphonic arias inside and outside the curtain, and the tacit understanding on and off the stage, are all actors and actresses who are on the scene. The red dust is vast, the vicissitudes of all living beings; the horizon is so close, the water is falling. When life is split one by one by drama, pity you and I end up circling in useless social games and silent spring and autumn, exhausting the elusive each other. The ending was so poignant.
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Baptiste: I still love you. I always have. And you, Garance? No, don't answer. I won't ask for anything. You're here. That's all that matters. Here, alive in my arms, like the first time. No, I ask for nothing. Only - the warmth of your body against my body, this mouth of yours. These eyes of yours.
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Édouard, Count de Montray: How do you ply your talents these days?
Pierre-François Lacenaire: Since you ask, I'm putting the finishing touches on something that will cause a sensation.
Édouard, Count de Montray: A tragedy, no doubt.
Pierre-François Lacenaire: No, a comedy, a farce. Or a tragedy, if you prefer. It's all the same. There's no difference. Or very little. For example, if a king is deceived, it's a tragedy of infidelity. He's deceived not by his wife...
Frederick: But by Fate.
Pierre-François Lacenaire: Yes, Fate. But if it's a poor devil like you or me, Monsieur de Montray - and I use "me" as a figure of speech - it's no longer a tragedy, but mere buffoonery, a sorry tale of cuckolds.
