There are great moments like that. Moments of grace, where our good old tv we reserve authentic surprises and offers us nice brackets. So I, as probably a large number of my fellowmen, shared yesterday evening this tribute cathode, provided by our franco-German channel, Arte, to one of the monsters in the theatre and French cinema, Michel Piccoli, accompanied for the occasion by the beautiful Romy Schneider. Eternal.
There are small moments like this. Moments of life, that make up the story altogether banal of Pierre, Hélène, Catherine and Bertrand, and that you wonder about your own existence and, in particular, on the life of the beings behind that we are. The game fictional the almost perfect and the sequence shots at the height of humanity we refer to the reflection obscured the other half of ourselves.
There are real appointments like this. Rendez-vous film, where the creative genius shows or anonymous transports you elsewhere, you are close to, good for you. Our love unfinished to our greatest success, of our best memories until our greatest tragedies, only the great cinema knows how to revive the flame of our life.
It has nice things like this. Things to be harmless, large and small, that make it a masterpiece and one remembers sometimes, but that were stacked carelessly often. Films that one finds and rewinds yet with joy and melancholy. Like Peter, the hero who saw his life in fast-and realizes too late, thanks to the talent of Claude protestant redemption church, that we need little to be happy. All these moments, all these moments, all these appointments, of life, futile and free as they are, and we forget too often, a matter of vital importance. Then smile, the things of life are there. Yes there, around us. Shake our hearts. Let us open our eyes. Always.
Author(s): Sébastien Ménard for France Soir