César 2024: minimum service and too nice ditty. All the participants in the great mass of French cinema had their little fingers on the seam of their pants.
We weren't there for the fantasy. There weren't even any fake trailers. There was talk of global warming ( “What are we passing on to our children?”). We really wanted the floor to be freed, as if France were the annex of North Korea or Iran. The eternal good conscience in a black dress or a tuxedo.