This movie looks pretty good to me. I missed most of it. Clearly the French people are planners and not your average dummy and it typically shows when they make movies. Obviously filmmaking takes a lot of planning and a good understanding of human nature. I mean I'm just going to sound like a suck up saying how impressive the French cinema is.
Paradoxically everything weak and foolish in the French is perfectly typified by their love for Woody Allen. Woody Allen's movies are so ridiculously pathetic, I'm sure I could choreograph a three minute Britney Spears MTV dance extravaganza a million times better than anything Woody Allen could possibly do, which is nothing. Rien. Woody Allen equals rien. Why do you like him connard? Tien vous êtes connard quoi?
In the house.... Dans la Maison .... Again I'm always happy to watch a modern post 1990 french movie it seems.... I like this movie, it forwards the idea that France's obsession with Woody Allen could denote significant and deep psychological problems.... Leading to dangerous violence. A second french revolution and Napoleon 2.0.... a war of conquest against Russia, England, Spain, everyone. Woody Allen is a sign of the sleeping dragon for France. Ready to awaken if he gets in trouble for screwing his stepdaughter no doubt. J'ai vu tout. Je suis un connard quatre vingt annee dit l'homme francais. Cinq siecle peut être. Mais un jour, quand j'ai finni avec tout les putain film du merde du grande putain du merde Woody, peu-t-être nous pouvons mangers quelque chose and hopefully Germany won't invade us again. Thus thinks the modern Frenchman. He has no reason to be unhappy with his lot! So long as his wife is not screwing someone behind his back, why should he complain? And if she is, let him decide how he will handle it. I do not think 'e is dangeroux. Perhaps 'e is so jealous of the American 'e wants to put 'im in a tiny little box called Woody Allen. Minimising 'im. But no! 'e really likes Woody. It is the connard and connaise of Paris probablement that most likes Woody. We need to run a survey in Marseilles and see what the people there think of Woody.
I don't know. I was with this movie until Claude started kissing Rapha's mom. I had patience for its twists and turns. Basically the French could make any kind of movie with dialog and I'm like a child given a toy. In truth, my father Napoleon didn't get me a lot of toys ... He did get me some big ticket items like the $400 Nintendo and the family treehouse toy, that was my favourite. I suppose in exchange for taking my brother Stalin's constant hate and violence I got the $400 Nintendo and kept Stalin's violence a secret from Napoleon, to avoid a scandal. Rapha's mom in the movie had nice dolls. I only played with dolls as a child when I played with my two sisters, with their Barbie dolls. Tonight I played the card game pairs with my daughters and they [sic] Barbie cards. I think wow, Claude caused Rapha to hang himself by screwing Rapha's mom, and Rapha saw. That's pretty intense. Ok maybe he only has flu, yep it was not suicide. The writer's been taking LSD. Gee this is like the second french movie I see where an older guy tutors a young guy to be a great writer. I've never seen any American movies like that. It's funny though because Bill and Hillary Clinton watched Good Will Hunting with Matt Damon and Ben Affleck. Just like the four of them at the White House or something. That's kinda creepy. Gee that kid Claude is horny isn't he? He just wants to screw older women. Now Germain has been fired over the stolen maths test and ne peut pas rester dan le lit jusque a savoir comme il fini le chose!
Wow Mrs Germain really clocked him on the head with that book of hers. You know in Spanish the word libro can mean livre but it also means, 'I free'.... This movie is pretty psychological. Makes me wonder if Hillary would flirt with Matt and Ben and how far that might go.
Wow the next morning I think this movie made me have an extremely dirty dream, as a means of my subconscious processing it. I could write the dream down now but it's so disgusting. Same time if I don't mention it I'll forget it. I'll just go with forgetting it. I'm comfortable with having disgustingly uncomfortable dreams once in a blue moon.
Look since the French were good enough to make these movies instead of just sitting around looking at their cell phones all day, let me tell you about a time shortly before staring at your cell phone screen all day was normal. I was as at college with my girlfriend Eva Braun who had reincarnated as a proud jew. Our relationship mostly consisted of sex and moral support from her as I lived out my experience as an aspiring choreographer or whatever. But I had another girlfriend at film school, a bit of a faghag girl following the wrong path in life. It would have been better for everyone if both girls were my actual screw in bed girlfriends but I guess I was never that needy with this other girl, Christine, so we both seemed happy to have a regular non sexy not even hand holding friendship. It's a pity for her anyway as she turned out pretty badly. Addicted to heroin and crystal meth (ice) and working at a really bottom level prostitution gig making next to no money only one decade later. Horrible!
Her father was American and ended up re-marrying to an American back in California or somewhere and the mother was Dutch and had her hands full with the two eldest turning out heroin junkies and she was an academic researcher at a university researching something actually scientific although little understood by science.
To put it in the words of one of my roommates that ended up playing double bass for the Berlin philharmonic orchestra, from what I understood, that girl, Christine, 'was the stupidest girl he had ever met'. I mean there's always time to turn your life around, and even if Christine does, she'll still have aged twenty years plus because of drug use. I guess maybe in the next lifetime she'll have a better time.
She invited me to one of her expensive high school buddy's birthday party one time. In Avalon where I had my housewarming party by myself at the cinema with Jodie Comer getting raped or whatever. The birthday girl's father had just directed a movie with Hugh Jackman. It wasn't too bad as far as movies go. I remember seeing it at the cinema with my girlfriend Eva Braun the jew.
Dans la Maison is a movie about authors and writers.
Miles Franklin
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Miles_Franklin
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/My_Brilliant_Career
Gustav Flaubert.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gustave_Flaubert
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Madame_Bovary
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