We have sometimes pretended to fear the immodesty of the seventh art, quick to strip its stars for its glory.
Reality ultimately turns out to be much more obscene than the fictions of our screens.
Each day distributes its share of new truths heavy as bags of ashes: the idols of French cinema turn into monsters, the “creative gestures” of famous directors appear as so many occasions of sexual violence or rape…
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Behind the big names in cinema, strings of victims are now crying out their pain.
A few years after the Harvey Weinstein affair, the French “MeToo” lifts the veil on the perversity of the French star system, populated by predators camouflaged as honest people galvanized by the ideology of postmodern enjoyment, ready for their satisfaction to trample on the feet the thresholds of acquiescence as if to ransack the sacred gardens of childhood.
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: Francis Renaud's rant
Obviously, the drift of French cinema which is unfolding before our eyes today does not…
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