to "Angel Amelie".
Since then, I have a soft spot for French cinema.
The black style renders the Parisian dream so charming.
When stumbled upon these favorites are all from Jean. Pierre's servant of the gods.
A little surprised.
Unconsciously, I finished reading the few works of this strange old man.
Maybe my memory break will forget the tangled name of Jean-Pierre Genet tomorrow.
But I'll remember this romantic man promoting Chanel No. 5 to the extreme
and remember the tangled questions
: Are zebras white with black stripes, or black with white stripes?
Are shards of metal more valuable than mines?
Can you get drunk by eating a waffle?
Can a woman be comfortable in a refrigerator?
What is the world record for a human bomb?
Please answer
"Enjoy the Game",
I don't know what the original translation should be, but I am attracted by its simplicity.
There is no entanglement or conspiracy, the eternal theme of children,
a group of people who show their unique skills, teasing arms dealers.
Mischief has a good name. Revenge for the common people.
Good people win, bad people get their way.
Bo gave a shallow smile but still smiled heavily.
Danny Byrne was the most mundane and least "stunt" loser on the team.
A one-man show on the dramatic stage, with awkward and wretched expressions, and clever lines.
Most of the bottom-level artists who live in the garbage heap have unique skills, such as flexibility, ventriloquism, and cannon trapeze.
They look like a group of mice, but they are actually cats, hiding in the dark and taking the initiative.
I love this grotesquely cute, whimsical French man.
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