They called him “Bébel”. He was the most fanciful, the most endearing, the most popular actor in French cinema. A legend. A dissipated pupil of the Conservatory, his teachers gave him little chance of succeeding. He didn't take anything seriously, had his nose broken in a ring. He entered the cinema like a gangster in a bank: by breaking and entering. Official date of birth: 1960.
Breathless
, by Jean-Luc Godard. A casual beginner pierces the screen:
"If you don't like the sea, if you don't like the mountains, if you don't like the city… fuck yourself!"
His banter, his naturalness, his feline and distanced game bring the
New Wave
to the top. A star is born. He will remain so all his life, as easy as pie.
Inaction was not his style.
It had to move, that it stirred, that it got carried away.
Its palette is wide.
Going from one director to another, he was in turn priest, cop, adventurer, seducer or mobster.
At the time of his disappearance, a few
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