Snore-dition
The best part of this film is when it goes David Lynch. It really made me think I should rewatch all David Lynch.
Ruben Ostend explains to us that art can be self indulgent, vacuous, faux intellectual and that its easy to use images of homeless people to get a reaction from the public by making a film that is self indulgent, vacuous, faux intellectual and uses images of homeless people to get a reaction from the public (French).
Fun fact: This film won the Palm d’Or cause the French thought it was satire. But if this was really satire then there would…
Why did Francois Truffaut only have one egg for breakfast?
Because un œuf was enough.
He was only 5’6” (1m68) and didn’t have a big appetite.
“A story about a man who likes material things so much that he sells his own soul to buy them - compromises his principles, betrays his friends, abandons his family and finally even loses contact with himself. And the horror of the film is that, at the end, the man’s principal regret is that he doesn’t have any more soul to sell.” - Roger Ebert
These are the kind of in depth insights I’m hoping to have when I’ve finished slagging off Daniel Radcliffe (who is awful).