I've never seen a French film make a road movie, so this one is kind of interesting. Mammuth is Serge (Depardieu)'s motorcycle mount. After retiring, he has nothing to do and polishes up the long-forgotten Mammuth in order to make up for his working years, and embarks on a road to follow the payroll that escaped everywhere in his youth. The difference from American road films is that it's not the magnificent scenery along the way, or even the hero's resoluteness that makes people get some kind of spiritual touch; Serge's often stupid actions make people laugh out loud, However, behind this absurdity, there is a simple cuteness and a soft heart. I think it was his wise and foolish expression that moved me, even if I was silent, even if I was looked down upon by others, I was still me.
European films have a very delicate way of expressing joy, which is also reflected in this film. In the restaurant of the small hotel, in the foreground is Serge's burly back with long hair scattered, and three men in the back are sitting facing the camera, taking care of themselves to eat. The man on the left was holding a mobile phone and kept calling into the microphone with words like "baby", "nannan" and "kiss". His tone seemed infinitely sweet. It turned out that he was talking on the phone with a child. As he spoke, he choked up, and finally covered his face and cried bitterly. Looking at it again, Serge's tall shoulders shrugged, and the expressions of the other two were completely lost. The audience below was already bursting into laughter.
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