marauderforears

[coulisses-onirisme]

T'as de beaux yeux tu sais

T'as d'eaux yeux tu sais, Le quai des Brumes, Marcel Carné, roman Pierre Mac Orlan, adaptation Jacques Revert 1938, Michèle Morgan, Jean Gabin

[cieuxgris]

Deux Escargots S'en Vont (2016)

[spectaculardistractions]

From Octavio Paz Cannes, 11 April 1951 Dear Buñuel, We presented The Young and the Damned yesterday. I think we won the battle with the public and the critics. Or rather, your film won the battle. I don’t know whether the Jury will award it the Grand Prix. But what is absolutely certain is that everyone (at least up until now) thinks that The Young and the Damned is the best film at the Festival. And so we are certain of an award (bearing in mind, of course, last-minute reservations, surprises and permutations). I shall now tell you a little of how things went. On 1 April, as soon as I discovered I was going to be an official delegate, I met up with Karol, the film industry delegate (or the delegate of the distributors, I’m still not quite sure). Karol and his wife were completely sceptical. Not only did they not believe in your film, I also got the impression they didn’t like it. Of course, it was pointless to argue with them. I knew that in a week’s time – given the opinions of people they respect – they would change their minds. And that is what happened. Now Karol is proclaiming The Young and the Damned will win the Grand Prix. When I arrived in Cannes on the 3rd, I realized that neither Mexico nor Karol had prepared the screening. There were no pamphlets, no information, nothing. They’d prepared no publicity whatsoever, nor had they tapped into the admiration and friendship people have for you here. My first concern was to mobilize public opinion. Luckily, on the same day, the 3rd, I met up with various friends (journalists and film-makers) who not out of any self-interest, but because of their admiration for your work, dedicated themselves to making The Young and the Damned ‘the film of the Festival’. Amongst them, I should mention Simone Dubreuilh (your friend), Kyrou (a young friend of Breton’s), Frédéric and Langlois (from the Cinémathèque), etc. First of all, they went to see Prévert (who has been wonderful). We secured the help of Cocteau and Chagall. (Picasso, who promised to attend the screening, could not or would not – party politics? His friends were with us anyway.) We also mobilized what Mexican politicians refer to as the Festival ‘infantry’: journalists, secretaries, etc. Prévert declared it a great film. Cocteau called the Secretary General several times asking for tickets, etc. And finally, 24 hours in advance, we distributed the text I wrote about you. In short, we stirred up an air of anticipation. Even Karol woke up and helped us over the last few days. Danztinguer (is that how you spell it?) turned up at the last minute and – though a little late – was also useful. The theatre was as full yesterday as it was in your glory days. Something was happening. We distributed our allies strategically. But there was no battle. The film won the public over although – inevitably – there was some incomprehension: the ‘sophisticated set’ and a few communist groups (I can’t be certain of this, but I’ve been told Sadoul found the film excessively ‘negative’ and ‘unfit for use’). The audience applauded various sequences: the dream, the erotic scene with Jaibo and the mother, the part with the pederast and Pedro, the dialogue between Pedro and his mother, etc. At the end, loud applause. But above all, profound, beautiful emotion. Everyone came out, as we say in Spanish, with their throats dry. There was one moment – when Jaibo wants to put out Pedro’s eyes – when some hissed. They were silenced by the applause. The response could not be more enthusiastic. Prévert declared it the best film he’d seen for a decade. Cocteau quoted Goethe, who declared Beethoven the best musician of his era. ‘What about Mozart?’, people asked. ‘Mozart is not the best, nor the second-best. He is unique; he is in a category apart.’ That’s what he said of Buñuel. He is not the best, nor the second-best: he is unique, he is in a category apart. Pudovkin declared it a great film, full of optimism about the value of humanity. That will confuse the communist journalists. French Radio are inviting all of those personalities on this morning to give their opinion. We’ll send them on to you. We’ll also send press cuttings. And for now, you can use what I’m telling you for the press (leaving aside, of course, the intimate details, Karol’s attitude for example, which are for you alone). I have to ask a favour: could you add to page five of the article I sent, just after ‘major and minor stars’, the following: ‘We knew that Rodolfo Halffter was a great musician. We didn’t realize that music – an art form with infinite power to enchant – could blend in this way with action. Visual imagery, sound and cinematic motion together as one whole. Halffter’s music has what it is no exaggeration to call an “interior” quality. That is to say: it does not accompany the drama, nor underline it, nor comment upon it: it emerges from the action, its inevitable response, its necessary complement, unity in motion!’. I’m asking you to include this paragraph, not only because I think it’s fair, but also because I would never forgive myself for forgetting Halffter. Also, could I ask you to have the article copied and sent to Fernando Benítez, editor-in-chief at Novedades. It would be good if the article were to appear with a brief note mentioning the success of The Young and the Damned and of the opinions transcribed in this letter. And that’s all, apart from these cordial greetings from your friend, Octavio Paz [PS] I’ll write with more news soon.

Jo Evans & Breixo Viejo, Luis Buñuel: A Life in Letters

[superstarcherrycolagirl]

i might as well be drunk in love

“slut!” by taylor swift

benny cross x fem!reader / 1.4k words

idea: you’re drunk, and benny takes care of you after a long night out

tw: drinking, swearing, so fluffy it’s sickening

notes: this is my first big piece that I’ve wrote and omg it took FOREVER !! i haven’t been able to stop thinking about “the bikeriders” she literally consumes my every waking thought AHH !! anyway i hope you guys enjoy reading this:))

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it’s just about 4 in the morning and you and benny just made it back home to your place. you’d been so busy this week due to picking up more shifts at the library so you would be able to pay off the rent by the end of the month, groceries, and afford to buy a little more thread to stitch up a pair of your jeans and the large tear on bennys jacket. not only was that stressful, but throughout the week you had to deal with some grouchy elderly women, preverted college boys (‘pinkos’ as zipco would call them), and multiple groups of chaotic elementary school students who were checking out their books for the semester, and only to have a slice of toast, scorching hot coffee with no milk OR sugar, and fucking prayer holding you together. so yes, this night out was a well deserved one. but who’s kidding? you needed that shit! now here you are, barely getting up the stairs to your apartment as benny holds onto you for dear life.

as you both stood outside of your apartment door, benny began digging for his copy of keys in his pocket while leaning you up against his side and adjusting his hold on your hip. he draped his jacket over you before you hopped onto his bike to head home, leaving him in his tattered sleeveless black shirt against the cold chicago air.

“sorry baby, turns out the key were in the other po-“ “y’arms are so pretty honey.. like-i like how they feel ‘round me” you cut him off with slurred words as you drunkenly gazed up at him.

“can’t believe i get to see them all t’time, for m’self, a-and nobody else gets ta have ‘em but me.. a’like when they hold me when it’s real cold..o-or hot.. or ‘round the pillows or the flowers ya get me.. or when ya’ cuddlin’ lula.. oh i hope she’s not t’cold, v’missed her so much.. she’s probably sad that her mama and daddy were gone all night-“ at this point benny could only chuckle as his girl jumped from talking about his arms to their sweet black cat lula, it made his heart swell.

once he got you into your apartment he began walking you straight towards your bed, as your giggles and drunk thoughts echoed down the hallway “no b-benny i don’t wanna t’sleep yet, i wanna watch t’bakin’ show on channel 6, they be makin some.. some of them valen..tines treats a-and i wanna try” you began to whine as benny sat you down at the edge of your bed, kneeling in front of you as he begins unbuckling the straps of your red kitten heels “yeah we can watch some baby, d’worry, jus’ wanna getcha out of these ‘nd this dress” “thought ‘ya liked me in this dress? grabbed these heels to match with em’” you said sadly, your eyes starting to droop.

benny looked up at you and could see the slight pout on your face, so he moved his left hand to caress your thigh “oh y’know i love this dress, but that tiny little nightie a’yours, that pretty pink flower in the middle that barely covers you up, takes the cake for me” he says as he moves closer to you “re-eally?” “yeah baby, she’s m’favorite” his voice gets muffled as he places some kisses on the tops of your thighs, still looking right back up at your sleepy eyes “but i love everythin’ that you wear.. especially when you wear nothing” he says with a smirk on his face, and had stopped your whining and shut you up instantly.

after getting your heels off benny helps you stand up to start taking off your clothes. the jacket was first to go, as he tossed it on top of your vanity chair. he then pushed the straps of your red gingham dress down which slowly began to fall to the floor. you were left in the dainty lingerie set you’d picked out for the night; the blush pink fabric with the lacy details matching the drunken flush on your face. benny takes his time to get a look at you, rubbing his callused hands up and down your sides. he knows that all the shifts you’ve picked up and the deadlines of payments have been making you stressed, so he just wants to take care of you tonight, although it won’t come close to repay you for all the sacrifices you make for him.

after benny unclasped your bra, he swiftly moved to your side of the bed and grabbed your linen night gown “arms up for me baby” you obliged, sleepily raising your arms above your head you momentarily close your eyes, enjoying the feeling of the soft fabric against your skin. but you felt something else. something running along your legs. was that fuzz? you didn’t wear socks with your heels tonight and benny already tossed your dress into the laundry bin. you were stumped until you heard a rumbling sound from beneath you. purring.

“oh lula! l-look honey s’lula! she’s purring up ‘gainst me!!” you gleamed to benny, as he too was receiving affection from lula. “she’s happy that her mama and daddy are back home, right honey? home?” benny ever so slightly teased, but out of love of his girls’ adorable rambles. “yeah. home” you said with a smile. now after changing benny walks you over to your side of the bed. he sat you down facing him, but paused briefly as he realized he forgot to take some of your jewelry off.

“one second mama, forgot to get this necklace and these hoops off, i know you sleepy but i’ll be quick” he said, quickly and gently taking them off “i told ya’ i ain’t sleepy.. gotta.. we gotta still watch our show ‘member?” “y’right baby, our show” a chuckle left his mouth; of course he remembered, but he wanted you to take the credit for remembering about it as you were fighting to stay awake. “what would i do without you baby? hmm?” “d’know ben-baby, but don’t worry, y.. ya’ have me” “and you have me baby. m’sweet baby” benny’s words became muffled as he held your jaw and kissed you deeply before placing your jewlery down on the nightstand. you were finally lying down after benny got you comfortable. he then quickly stripped down to his boxers and swapped his black shirt for a white wifebeater before joining you in bed.

just by looking at you he could tell that you were barely awake, but sticking to his word, he turned the tv onto channel 6, as clips of a dessert with chocolate and some kind of fruit in it come across the screen. strawberries? or raspberries? hell, cherries? he could not tell.

as the sounds of the baking show filled the room benny shifted you closer to him, so you could rest on his chest. “did you have a good time tonight baby? i know you’ve been excited about this meeting all week” he asked you softly. you let yourself finally close your eyes, knowing that it was okay to rest now “s’so fun.. ears are ringin’ a lil.. but had so fun with t’girls, and t’club,” benny notices that your sentences are making less sense as you are just moments away from knocking out, but he was able to make out one coherent sentence of yours before that “but i had t’most fun with ya’ tonight.. ya’ lit up m’whole night honey” seconds away from slipping into your own dream land, he had to admit, you saying that so effortlessly made his breath hitch in his throat. he didn’t have a care for anything outside the club until he met you, and you have completely flipped his life upside down because of it. it gave him meaning to ride home late at night knowing he was coming back home to you. it gave him purpose to always come back to you, regardless of what’s going on through his mind. you are there for him, you are there to care for him, laugh with him, cry with him, and to just love him for the person he is. you are there for him. you are it for him “and you light up my life baby, my light”

he reaches his hand over to turn off the little lamp on his side of the bed and when he turned his head back to look at you, you were fast asleep; soft snores leaving your mouth. he could only smile, knowing that you can get the deserved rest you’ve needed “love you so much sweet girl, with my whole heart” he kisses the top of your head as lula leaps onto the bed to join her mama and daddy for cuddles.

peace and quiet at last.

[nburkhardt]

Steve has seen many weird things in his life, the last three years especially. Seven foot tall monsters, demo dogs, a girl with super powers, Russians under the mall. Traumatizing stuff, but over all weird stuff. Before all that happened, he thought the weirdest things would be little kids eating flowers or Munson climbing on tables at lunchtime.

But this? This takes the cake.

~~~~~

Vecna is defeated and done, burnt to a crisp with a shit ton of holes in his body thanks to Nancy’s sawed off shot gun. Before they leave the body, Nancy takes one last shot to his head just in case.

They’re walking back to leave when they notice all the dead demo-bats and… and a body.

Seeing Eddie dead on the ground hurts, makes their success bitter and now what do they do? All of them were supposed to make it out, defeat the evil and then celebrate all together. They can’t do that now. Whatever good feeling they had is gone, evaporated into the air with only a numbing sensation left in its place.

Getting out of the upside down with a dead body takes work but they make it happen. They refuse to leave him behind, they’ll bury him and make sure everyone knows that Eddie Munson was a good person. He helped save people, NDA be damned. Nancy is already swearing up and down that whatever cover up will include Eddie in good light.

They won but they lost and none of them know what to do now.

~ Two Weeks Later ~

Saving the world only feels good in the moment. That adrenaline rush feels incredible, but it never lasts long enough for Steve. This time especially with losing someone he thought maybe they could be friends.

It’s even worse because he has to work. He helped save the world and yet he’s back at his pointless job, putting tapes on shelves for a living and listening to mom’s complain about their kids grabbing pg13 movies without them knowing, only finding out when it’s playing and then “….skin showing! They are only twelve! I cannot believe you would let just anyone rent this, this is not responsible. You should be ashamed of yourselves!”

Steve blinks at her, bored and not ashamed at all. Since, “Ma’am, you rented this out. It says so on the computer here.”

She only scruffs at him before turning around to march back out of the store with the door slamming shut behind her. Leaving him alone, still bored out of his mind. It’s the one day where Robin isn’t working with him, leaving him to do both stocking and working the register. It’s made worse by people’s complaints, weird preverts and kids trying to rent rated r tapes.

“Save the world, still gotta work a nine to five” he mumbles to himself and dropping his head against the counter with a groan. He has another few hours of this, it’s already a long day.

“Ya know, maybe you should put that on a shirt, it’s a great conversation starter”

Steve jolts up with wide eyes because that’s a voice he hasn’t heard in two weeks, can’t hear that voice because the body it belongs to is buried six feet under ground in the goddamn cemetery. He should know because he visited the grave yesterday.

But right in front of him is clearly Eddie Munson with a smirk and still in the goddamn hellfire shirt, leather jacket with his dumb ripped jeans and bullet belt. His face is clean, no trace of bites or even blood. There is something off about him, like he’s fuzzy and not in focus. Which is weird because Steve swore he put contacts in this morning.

“What the fuck?” Is the only thing he can manage to say, he feels frozen staring at the man he grieved, “Munson, what the- you died!”

Eddie cocks his head to the side with a frown and goes to pat his body when the goddamn bell from the door rings and suddenly he just vanishes. Evaporated into thin air.

“No greeting?”

He shakes his head to clear it, maybe- maybe he’s seeing things. Maybe it’s due to only getting three hours of sleep last night, or maybe it’s from lack of water and food today. Hell, maybe it’s from the endless concussions he gets.

“Kid you good?”

“Uh, yeah, yeah- I’m,” he shook his head again before plastering his customer service smile on before looking at the guy in front of him, “I’m good, sorry. How can I help you?”

He pushes the idea of seeing Eddie out of his mind, a quick late rush of customers and one shitty sandwich for his break and he’s done with work for the day.

Not only is it the one day Robin doesn’t work, but it’s dnd night and he still drives Henderson to the Wheelers house. So, he only has time for a quick change of clothes before leaving his house to grab the kid.

Since Mrs. Wheeler insists on feeding him, he ends up sitting in the basement listening to the kids bicker over the game. It’s a nice distraction from the day.

Once he’s back at home, enjoying a hot shower. Singing ‘Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Man After Midnight)’ to himself, taking his time washing his hair

“There's not a soul out there, No one to hear my prayer” he sings out while pushing out the soap in his hair, “gimme, gimme gimme a man after-“

“Midnight!” Another voice joins in and he screams, opening his eyes and everything is blurry since he took his contacts out and with the steam from the water. But that was definitely another voice and not just any voice, but fucking Eddie’s voice. “You got a decent voice, Harrington. Or maybe it’s just that you’re in the shower”

Sliding the shower door, he blinks hard to clear his vision and hopefully see. Then like at work, there’s a fuzzy looking Eddie wearing the same outfit he died in. He’s leaning over with a smirk, “Big Boy, indeed, Harrington”

His eyes widen and he closes the door with a slam, trying his hardest not to slip while freaking the fuck out. “You’re going crazy, that’s it. It’s gotta be, he’s dead and you’re feeling guilty. Eddie Munson is dead and buried, there is no way he’s here and fucking saw my-“

“Oh, I definitely saw you, that nickname was just to make you flush but fuck is it everything now.” Eddie’s voice interrupts him, and it seems closer now but he’s eyes are shut. He’s squeezing his eyes closed while also using one arm to cover it up too. “Aw, come on, big boy! I’ve been trying to get someone- anyone to see me!”

He hears both amusement and desperation in the voice, but he can’t move now. The water is turning cold and he can’t move because he’s going crazy. “Maybe, maybe it’s brain damage! That’s gotta be it”

“Harrington- Steve, I swear on Dustin’s mother. I’m here, like really here. Don’t- I don’t know why, or how, but I am” Eddie’s voice is just desperate now, no trace of amusement. “I’m-“

Steve shakes his head moving his arm away before taking a deep breath and opening his eyes, immediately finding a frown on Eddie’s transparent face. “There’s- there’s no way. You’re just a figment of my imagination- my brain’s way of dealing with your death. I- I wasn’t even your friend.”

He watches as Eddie frowns, nods then just…vanishes.

His sleep schedule has been fucked up since 1983, maybe even before that actually. Having parents that liked to travel and grandparents that wanted to know their only grandchild. Traveling didn’t help his sleep schedule, then 1983 when they trapped and attacked the demogorgon, it became nearly nonexistent.

Tonight is no exception. He’s been tossing and turning for two hours now, it’s nearly three in the morning.

“Okay, before you say anything-“

He bolts upright with a racing heart, looks around and again, there’s a fuzzy transparent Eddie Munson. He’s currently floating at the end of his bed and his face it looks tired. Like he’s the one who can’t sleep, too wired and worried.

“Sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you…again. But I thought maybe, maybe I could help? You seem restless… which I guess I caused it today but! I can read to you,” he looks around, makes him frown and follows him. Noticing how bare his room is right now, “okay, maybe not read. But I can come up with something! Like like, about this tough king that’s secretly a huge softie and everyone doesn’t know about this side of him. He remembers the tiny details of his friends, or makes sure those who work for him are supported and loved. Everyone in this kingdom-“

He’s slowly pulled under sleep, his eyes slipping shut and the sound of a dead man’s voice makes his racing heart calm down enough for a deep sleep.

The next morning, there’s no Eddie. He chalks up that whole day to his brain being fucked up from all the concussions. There’s absolutely no way he kept seeing and unintentionally talking to Eddie, no way Eddie of all people would talk about him like that to help him fall asleep.

It’s just not possible.

——————

Another day goes by with his fucked up brain conjuring up Eddie, then another and another.

He accepts it after a week passes with Ghost Eddie. Mostly because it’s actually quite nice, once he got used to someone suddenly appearing and vanishing at random times. It became easy enough to actually fully talk to Ghost Eddie, admitting things he wouldn’t say to anyone else. Especially to an alive Eddie Munson, but that one he can’t talk to. So, he’ll take what he can get since talking things out with Ghost Eddie makes sleepless nights nearly nonexistent.

No one knows about it, he can’t bring himself to actually tell them how fucked his brain is now. Too afraid they’ll really think he’s stupid now.

“I’m telling you, that lady is definitely cheating on her husband. I heard her!” Ghost Eddie tells him as Steve is handing over a tape to said apparent cheater.

He doesn’t bother with faking a smile. Because he’s holding back a laugh at Ghost Eddie’s gossip, “Remember to bring this back next Thursday and to have it rewound for us. Have a great day!”

Once the bell jingles, it’s just him in the store with his now ghostly partner. He turns around to face said partner, “Dude, don’t gossip in my ear about the person right in front of me!”

Ghost Eddie rolls his eyes, “Stevie, no one else can hear me. I’m safe from assholes, remember I’m a ghost”

“Ha ha, very funny Munson. But you saying that shit is going to make me laugh and look like the crazy person I already am.” He rolls his own eyes, “I mean, I’m talking to a figment of my imagination right now. Someone heard this I’d be thrown in the loony bin”

“I keep telling you, I’m not a figment of your imagination. I’m really a ghost dude, why can’t you-“

The bell from the door makes him jump, turning to find his friends standing right there.

———

This is totally inspired by a quote from Scooby Doo. Velma telling Shaggy, “there’s no such thing as ghosts” to which Shaggy says back, “well does the ghost know that?” And it made me laugh and thought what if 🤣 SO! We got Ghost!Eddie hanging around Steve.

We’re not going into specifics on how, we’re here for silliness and some angst. If anyone has suggestions on the conversion with his friends, I’m all ears 👀

@i-less-than-three-you @artiststarme

[vecchiorovere]

Oggi è il 13 Ottobre, ed in questo giorno, nel 1921, a Monsummano Terme (PT), nasceva Ivo Livi, conosciuto in tutto il mondo con il nome d'arte di Yves Montand, grande cantante ed attore italiano naturalizzato francese. La famiglia, socialista, scappò dall'Italia a causa dell'avvento del Fascismo nel 1923 ed emigrò a Marsiglia, dove, non ancora diciottenne, Ivo si esibì per la prima volta. Nel '44 si trasferì a Parigi assumendo il nome d'arte di Yves Montand. Grazie a Jacques Prevert ebbe la prima grande occasione cinematografica in “Mentre Parigi Dorme”. Lavorò tra gli altri con registi del calibro di Gillo Pontecorvo, George Kukor, Costa-Gravas, Claude Lelouch, Vincente Minnelli e Jean-Luc Godard.

[blackswaneuroparedux]

Le vrai jardinier se découvre devant la pensée sauvage.

- Jean Prévert

[blue-anays]

I ragazzi che si amano si baciano in piedi Contro le porte della notte E i passanti che passano li segnano a dito Ma i ragazzi che si amano Non ci sono per nessuno Ed è soltanto la loro ombra Che trema nel buio Suscitando la rabbia dei passanti

La loro rabbia il loro disprezzo i loro risolini la loro invidia I ragazzi che si amano non ci sono per nessuno Loro sono altrove ben più lontano della notte Ben più in alto del sole Nell'abbagliante splendore del loro primo amore

Jacques Prevert --- Les enfants qui s'aiment s'embrassent debout Contre les portes de la nuit Et les passants qui passent les désignent du doigt Mais les enfants qui s'aiment Ne sont là pour personne Et c'est seulement leur ombre Qui tremble dans la nuit Excitant la rage des passants

Leur rage leur mépris leurs rires et leur envie Les enfants qui s'aiment ne sont là pour personne Ils sont ailleurs bien plus loin que la nuit Bien plus haut que le jour Dans l'éblouissante clarté de leur premier amour

[alesario]

Jean Gabin, Marcel Carné, Jacques Prévert et Alexandre Trauner à La Colombe d’Or à Saint-Paul-de-Vence en 1945

© Emile Savitry

[justasimp1]

William Afton x F! Reader

(Little) Fluffy February, Smut

What Kills The Cat

"Don't you think your a little too old for stuffed bears?" A tall gruff man with low eyes and messy dirty blonde hair put a hand on your shoulder. You stopped walking down the creepy hallway, turning around.

"I'm here for a girl that I've babysat since a teenager" You chewed on the sticky flesh on the inside of your mouth. "Oh?" The man cocked his head to the side, his pale hand fiddled with the hollow brown bear head.

"Your early- I'm William, the owner" The man held out his free hand. "Y/N" You awkwardly smiled, giving his hand a gentle shake.

A soft chuckle slipped William's mouth, his skin reminiscing your touch a little too long. "Darling, may I ask why you're so far from the party then?" William gestured to the dim hallway, connecting to "STAFF" and "BUILDING" rooms.

"Just curious," you muttered, looking back down the narrow hallway. "I'll leave." You hurried past William, heading towards the loud echoes of children laughs. "Well, you wanna see?" William's slender fingers latched onto your wrist.

As much as you wanted to deny the creepy offer. The mystery-solving pit swallowed you whole. You hesitantly nodded, slowly giving into William's possession.

The hallway was longer than it seemed. A lot of pointless and unnamed rooms were at every crook and crannie.

Finally, William stopped walked his foot light tapping the door with chipped dark blue paint. His name in a crooked fake silver tag.

Blue prints and long pictures of exoskeletons were scattered. Willam, let go of your hand, placing the bear's head on the floor. You walked in, memorizing the frantic calculations on a whiteboard.

"Not that great" William's cheeks became warm when you smiled at his writing. "What do you mean! It's sweet that you're this passionate about making kids happy" You giggled, glancing deeply into his Grey-blue eyes.

He drifted off before darting a tongue over his bottom lip. You stepped over towards the desk. Your fingers ghost the thin outlines. William slumped into the rolling chair behind you. His presence was close as the wheels clicked against the smooth floor.

His hands wrapped around your waist, fingers interlocking with yours. He helped guide you to what the random scribbling meant. Your sundress lifted as you leaned further over the desk.

"Shit," William cursed. You tried glancing behind yourself, but William started guiding your hands to another part of the diagram.

His jeans tightened around the growing tent. Your soft blue lace underwear being exposed right over his crotch. William adjusted himself in the chair.

You would be lying if you said the only reason for following William was because of curiosity. You could see his motives from a mile away.

You would also be lying if you said you couldn't notice the sharp cold draft passing your exposed ass.

You innocently leaned further over the table. A delicate tug, pulled down your sundress. You turned around to face William. A smirk lifted your lips when you saw the dark blush on his cheeks.

"Your panties were showing-" "Yeah right, prevert" Your face frowned, getting close to William. You accidentally placed a hand on his erection while teasing him.

Your eyes widened. A quick lump forms in your throat. "Fuck" William whimpered. You released the pressure on the hard tent in his jeans.

His hand flew to cover his eyes and the top of his cheeks. William tried to gain his composure by biting his lip.

You gently touched the bludge. Your fingers split apart when you rub over the hump. Every caress sent shivers to crawl up William's spine.

You fiddled with a zipper. Slowly pulling it down. You pulled the boxers and jeans equally down to stop at his mid thigh.

A thick sticky white substance already coated the thin fabric of his boxers. You grew cocky from the evidence of the effect you had. You slipped down onto your knees, sliding the straps of your dress off.

The floral design spills into a puddle around you. You adjusted the growing girth in your hand. Your thumb massages the pink flushed tip.

You put the swollen flesh into your mouth. Letting the length poke at your gaging reflex. You allowed saliva to escape your mouth, making the sloppy sucking easier. You bobbed your head vigorously.

Hot tears pricking your eye. Your tongue tensed as you moved it around the shaft. Pulsing veins added to the slightly salty taste of the skin.

William's hand gripped the back of your head, pushing your face at a perfect angle to look at him. Tears bubbled over your water line.

Warm beads leave a trail of wetness on your cheeks. William gripped your head further, pulling you off his twitching cock. The pop echoed around the room. You grinned, staring deep into his overlapping waves of Grey and blue.

Fluttering soaked the cloth of your undergarments. The cold floor provided little to no relief. "Up" Steam touch your body as William spoke. His voice was raspy and desperate.

You were tempted to deny his request.

You stood up, the clingy parts of your dress making their way down into the rest of the puddle. Before you could tug down on the waistband of your panties William spoke, "On the desk, with them on"

Your heart exploded, sending scattering shards of fire to harbor underneath your skin. You could see where this was going. You shuffled back into the edge of the desk.

Using the little unknown strength, you hoisted yourself up on the wooden surface. William leaned back, a smirk forming on his face. "Touch yourself" His words only came out as a mutter.

You breathed heavily. Your fingers hesitantly rub the growing wet patch. A submissive moan left your lips. You bit your tongue to keep the embarrassing squeaks inside.

You didn't realize your eyes were shut tightly closed until William mentioned it. The image of William leaning back in the chair with his hand moving messy on his erect cock and the dim light illuminating the room.

The current of chilly AC, made goosebumps twist over your skin. Your applied pressure over your clit. Faster circles send the fire underneath your skin into your core.

You close your eyes once more. The soft build-up of the spasm, making your hole clench.

There was a quick spring of the chair and a deathly grip on your cramping wrist. William's breath was on your neck. His dick prodding at the damp blue material.

Your hands propped yourself up as he pulled off your underwear. His rapid actions make blueprints, papers, and folders clatter to the ground.

A sharp sting pricked at your skin when his cock was inserted. "Wait" You gasp, feeling open wide to swallow the overwhelming girth. "Shh be a good girl, k'?"

William sucked on a sensitive part of your neck. His fingers fiddling with pieces of your hair. Whisperering sweet nothings in your ear to get tou comfortable.

However, every move he did made you jolt. The pulsing 7.65 inches created a spasm of shudders instead of euphoria.

"Take it like a good girl," William said promptly after smashing his hips into yours. Adrenaline, fear, and pleasure spinning inside your mind at once.

Mouths slip easily from your mouth. Your abdomen clenched, feeling the powerful thrust reach up to your g-spot. Your nails dug into the shiny wood.

Your legs closed around his waist. William pushed into you with no effort. His dirty blonde hair now was messy. His cock dived deep into your hole.

The rough skin hitting a new sensitive spot everytime. William's fingers tightly gripped on your waist. Small oval light purple bruises staining your hip bone.

William's eyes switched between your face, aching pussy, and bouncing breats. Hard smacks filled the room.

Your hole clenched on his cock. Your heart increasing speed by the minute. You gasped at your climax reached the max point.

William's hips kept smashing into your exposed cunt. The uncomfortable ticklish bliss mad you arch your back. Slow thumping vibrated over William's girth.

William lifted a hand to hold your neck. His palm pressing against on your voicebox. His lips slowly moved over your lips. His tongue darting down your throat.

Warm beads of cum coated the velvet walls. The spamming contractions mixing the fluids. The thick liquid spilling out your hole and onto the desk.

"Fuck" William moaned. The pressure on you relaxing. "Sorry" You whispered, looking down at the wetness being absorbed by some papers.

"Don't worry about it, darling" William pulled your attention back to him. He left another soft kiss on your lips.

And many miniature ones up your cheekbone. These were followed by multiple supple hickeys.

Masterlist

[davidosu87]

[hanniejji]

s/o has *thicc* bum hcs (sfw)

[ bakugou katsuki x y/n ] [ todoroki shouto x y/n ] [ kaminari denki x y /n ] [ sero hanta x y/n ] [ shinso hitoshi x y/n ]

@givemetundies : "Hello!! Seen your stuff and I LOVE IT! I was wondering how bakugou, todoroki, kaminari, sero, and shinsou react to a reader with a thicc ass? Like she's got a big butt and knows it but hates it when other people check her out so the boys step in and make her feel better, then maybe admit their crushes or sumn 👉🥺👈"

note: tis a very long title but here we go and im sorry if this is too short hnhngnh im brain dead | m.list

warnings: sfw with a sprinkle of smexcy but we good

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

this man takes it upon himself to be the only one who can check you out

like

damn

let him touch those cheeks please

he loves to just watch you do shit while you're unaware that he's watching you from behind

he's gonna fight everyone that even soare you a look

"KEEP YOUR EYES IN FRONT YOU LITTLE BITCH"

"GREEDY EXTRAS LIKE YOU SHOULDN'T BE WANTING SOMETHING THAT YOU CANT HAVE"

baku,, bby... that thicc ass is not yours too unless

he's protective and an alpha he's not gonna let any other man look at you like he does so it probably won't last long that he'll have to claim you

TODOROKI SHOUTO

sneaky boi

you'd feel as if ur being watched and he won't evem be ashamed if u caught him

hates how you feel uncomfortable when others are staring at yo butt

so he usually just stands behind u so no one can stare

unless they're staring at his butt

would complement your jeans while discretely hiding the fact that all he wants to say is "ur ass looks fit in those jeans, i like it"

once he catches someone checking you out, he stares at them with his deadliest glare until they notice him

will tell you that deadass that he thinks your ass is beautiful and you don't need to be insecure of it

"i love every part of you, that includes your pillow-y butt"

did he confess to you like that? yes he did.

KAMINARI DENKI

shameless flirting and staring

he's defo not discrete and not going to try to be discrete

"you're looking pretty peachy down there"

will feel sad once he realize that he's making you uncomfortable tho

so he's going to make it up to you by protecting you from others checking you out

"stop staring at her! you're making her uncomfortable!"

will be the "y/n peaches protection squad" except he's the only one in the squad

hes gonna be confessing so he'd be free to protect you from anyone

will electrocute everyone who check you out

like an electric chair

but instead it's a kaminari

SERO HANTA

the discrete one of all of them

probs likes to check u out when your bending over or have ur back towards him

either way, u won't catch him

he's just

simply staring

and bc he's sneaky, he can also see how uncomfortable you are with people checking you out aka mineta

he won't hesitate to tape their eyes

and mouth

he probably appreciates the extra fluffiness of your ass but won't mind them as kuch as the others would

that doesn't mean he's not a prevert sometimes

SHINSO HITOSHI

a fucking tease

even before the two of you got together

will complement your bottom attire no matter how inappropriate that may be you don't mind tho

but he's not a total asshole

he knows what not to say at the wrong time

and will skin anyone who makes you uncomfortable

once the two of you got together, he'd always stand behind you

and mayhaps tap your butt cheeks once in a while uwu

[tcm]

A Journey Into French Cinema By Susan King

Do you remember the movie or filmmaker that changed your life? When you realized film was more than entertainment? When you were moved so emotionally that you couldn’t shake the feeling you had when watching the movie? Veteran French filmmaker Bertrand Tavernier, who directed such acclaimed films as THE CLOCKMAKER OF ST. PAUL (‘74); COUP DE TORCHON (‘81) and ‘ROUND MIDNIGHT (‘86), was just a boy when he fell in love with the films of such directors as Jacques Becker and Jean Renoir.

Their films gave him “tremendous emotion,” he told me in a 2017 interview for the American Cinematheque. “Tears and love. Because of them, I think, I understood my country. I think I fell in love with France because of those films. Not because of politicians, but because of Renoir, because of Claude Sautet, because of Marcel Pagnol.”

In 2016, he directed a valentine of a documentary, MY JOURNEY THROUGH FRENCH CINEMA. It’s a must-see for French film fans, as well as those who are just dipping their toes into the country’s cinema. The documentary looks at the works of Becker and Renoir, as well as Jean-Pierre Melville, Claude Sautet, the writer-director team of Jacques Prevert and Marcel Carne and the pioneering New Wave filmmakers Francois Truffaut and Jean-Luc Godard.

“The main reason I decided to do the film is that I wanted to say, ‘Thank you’ to all of those people who changed my life,” noted the 79-year-old Tavernier. “I mean those directors, screenwriters, composers, actors and actresses. Some of those films gave me hope, gave me strength. You know there is a Chinese proverb which says that when you drink the water of the well, you must always thank the man who built it.”

Jean Renoir (1894-1979) didn’t build French cinema, but he was definitely one of the chief architects. The son of renowned Impressionist painter Pierre-Auguste Renoir, he is considered one of the greatest, if not the greatest, French filmmaker of the 20th century. He was also one of the most influential with the New Wave directors because he was what the New Wave considered an auteur, a filmmaker who exerts his personal influence and artistic control so that he is considered the author of the movie.

Renoir made countless classic films both in France and in the U.S., where he fled when the Nazis took power of his country. Renoir earned his only Oscar nomination for Best Director for THE SOUTHERNER (‘45). But two of his greatest accomplishments are LA GRANDE ILLUSION (‘37) and THE RULES OF THE GAME (‘39). LA GRANDE ILLUSION, which was released in the states in 1938, was the first foreign language film to earn a Best Picture Oscar nomination and the New York Film Critics Circle Award for Best Foreign Film.

Set during World War I, LA GRANDE ILLUSION is a powerful anti-war statement as well as a look at the class structure in France. Renoir’s frequent collaborators, superstar Jean Gabin, Marcel Dalio and Pierre Fresnay, play three French officers who are captured and sent to a POW camp run by an aristocratic German commander played Erich von Stroheim. Though critics often have cited THE RULES OF THE GAME as Renoir’s masterpiece, I prefer GRANDE ILLUSION because he imbues his characters with empathy and sympathy.

THE RULES OF THE GAME opened 91 years ago this month in France, just a few months before the German occupation. Audiences, especially the wealthy, didn’t want to see this film as it satirized the ruling class. Renoir would later say that he tried to salvage the film by cutting it, “and to start with, I cut scenes in which I myself played too large a part, as though I was ashamed, after the rebuff, of showing myself on screen. But it was useless.” Renoir was figuratively bound and quartered by French audiences for RULES OF THE GAME because it skewers the aristocracy. The rich and spoiled have no morals bounding in and out of each other’s arms and beds during a hunting weekend at the country estate of a wealthy marquis (Dalio). The scene of the rabbit hunt is horrific, as these frivolous beings kill countless defenseless animals trying to escape their rifles. And the estate’s staff and workers are equally amoral.

The only character who has heart is Octave played by Renoir, a big bear of a man who is “friends” with the aristocracy but in the end is really alone. THE RULES OF THE GAME only stayed in theaters for three weeks and was actually banned as “demoralizing.” The shortened version did play in the country after World War II, but it wasn’t until 1956—when two French lab technicians found over 200 boxes with bits and pieces of the cut material— that the film restored to its originally glory.

In 1999, a The Village Voice poll placed it as the second-best film of the century after Citizen Kane. During the 1930’s, Jacques Becker (1906-1960) was an assistant to Renoir. And just as Renoir, he was very much admired by the New Wave. Truffaut once wrote that Becker “is an intimate and realistic filmmaker who is in love with verisimilitude and everyday realities.” Tavernier described Becker as “the finest French filmmaker of the ’40 and ‘50s the most even in quality, the smartest in his choices.”

Among his acclaimed films are the gangster noir TOUCHEZ PAS AU GRISBI (1954), starring Gabin, and the taut prison escape drama LE TROU (1959). But his loveliest, most emotional film is CASQUE D’OR (‘52), starring Simone Signoret, as the mistress of a ruthless gangster (Claude Dauphin), who falls passionately in love with a reformed ex-con (Serge Reggiani). Though it’s telegraphed early that their love affair will end tragically, it’s so well-acted, compelling and even suspenseful. Signoret won the BAFTA honor for Best Foreign Film Actress.

Early in his career, Tavernier worked with Jean-Pierre Melville (1917-1973), who was a mentor to the New Wave directors and was best known for his superb almost minimalist film noirs including BOB LE FLAMBEUR (‘56), LE DOULOS (‘62), LE SAMOURAI (‘67) and LE CIRCLE ROUGE (‘70). Tavernier notes in MY JOURNEY THROUGH FRENCH CINEMA that Melville was a bully, having squabbles with his actors and would also dress down his crew in front of everybody.

“That was a nightmare for me,” he told me. “When I was coming to work, I was sick. I was young. It was demanding, as frightening as school. It’s only later on the set of other directors that I discovered the atmosphere was not like that. That doesn’t change anything about the talent of Melville, but he created an atmosphere which was frightening, especially for a young kid like me.”

[cardest]

France playlist

When in France, I wear no pants!

This is my French playlist. It’s one that I am very proud of. It took me several months of researching, listening, finding, playing records to gather over 400 songs. But, France. What a country! This playlist could go as far as 500 songs. 

Hit play: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-iHPcxymC1-CHRTel_bBjdT_DAHLrnvX

There is an endless amount of talent from this part of the world. From across many decades the songs just keep coming. Incredible. Une région tellement incroyable pour la musique. Here is a list I created. It took me many months to compile.

**Updated April 19, 2021** ** indicated new additions to this playlist.

FRANCE 001 Panther Theme Song (Original Version) - Panther Theme Song 002 Gojira -  L'Enfant Sauvage 003 Therion -  Initials B.B 004 Fantomas -  Page 1 [6 Frames] 005 Kraftwerk - Tour De France Etape 1 006 Alcest -  Les Voyages De L'Âme 007 Serge Gainsbourg - Le Poinçonneur Des Lilas 008 Fantomas -  Page 2 [7 Frames] 009 Sabina - Viva LAmour 010 Rammstein - Fruhling in Paris 011 Jacques Dutronc - Paris séveille 012 Léo Ferré - Paris cest une idée 013 Aosoth  - Temple Of Knowledge 014 Joe dassin - Les Champs Élysées 015 Iron Maiden -  Murders In The Rue Morgue 016 Grace Jones - Libertango (Ive Seen That Face Before) 017 ARISTIDE BRUANT - A Batignolles 018 Magma - Merci (Ki ��ahl Ö Lïahk) 019 WIRE - French Film Blurred 020 Duran Duran - A view to a Kill 021 Fantomas -  Page 3 [17 Frames] 022 Karl Heinz Schaefer - Les gants blancs du diable 023 The Cure  - How Beautiful You Are 024 Ovtrenoir - Outrenoir 025 Apocalyptica -  Through Paris in a Sportscar 026 Henry Mancini - Mambo Parisienne 027 Madonna  -Justify My hate 028 Patachou - Rendez-vous de Paname 029 Grand Guignol Orchestra - Un trop plein de rouge   ** 030 ZAZ - Sous le ciel de Paris 031 Patrick Juvet - Paris By Night 032 Gojira -  Silvera 033 Roger Roger - Sans Queue ni Tete 034 Modern Talking - Bells Of Paris 035 TOMBS - Once Falls the Guillotine 036 Popera Cosmic - Les Esclaves   ** 037 Fantomas -  Page 5 [7 Frames] 038 Sael - I Searched For The End Of The Spiral 039 Blancmange - Dont Tell Me 040 Thunderball - Thunderball (Main Title) 041 France Gall - Ella Elle La 042 Henry Apocalypse de Jean Premier temps - Titre-révélation 043 Merrimack - Arousing Wombs in Nine Angles Pleroma 044 Perturbator -  She Moves Like a Knife 045 Fantomas - Page 6 [26 Frames] 046 John Cale  - Half Past France 047 Queensryche - Last Time In Paris 048 Deathspell Omega -  Abscission 049 QUEEN -  PRINCES OF THE UNIVERSE (Highlander) 050 David Bowie - Heroes - Chante En Francais 051 Berlin - Metro 052 April March - Chick Habit 053 Alcest -  Je Suis D'Ailleurs 054 Lizzy Mercier Descloux - Slipped Disc 055 Black Devil -  Follow Me (Instrumental) 056 Jacqueline François - Ce Jour La A Paris 057 Duo Tata - Paris nous aime 058 Boogalox - chez les ye-ye 059 Necrowretch - Ripping Souls Of Sinners 060 Fantomas -  Page 9 [11 Frames] 061 Thunderball OST - Chateau Flight 062 Heldon - Les soucoupes volantes vertes 063 Chene Noir - La musique des amants   ** 064 B.F.G - Paris 065 Jet Vegas - PARIS 066 Cloven Hoof - Notre Dame (A Sultans Ransom ) 067 Moondog - Paris 068 Serge Gainsbourg - Shu Ba Du Ba Loo Ba 069 Treponem Pal - Renegade (french version) 070 THE VOLUPTUOUS HORROR OF KAREN BLACK  - Bring Back The Night 071 Fantomas -  Page 10 [15 Frames] 072 Elton John - Paris 073 Malcolm McLaren - Jazz is Paris 074 Jean-Claude Vannier - L'enfant La Mouche Et Les Allumettes 075 Fantomas -  Charade 076 DÉLUGE - Appâts 077 Berurier noir - Salut à toi 078 Sweet - The Six Teens 079 Les Discrets -  Effet De Nuit 080 David Bowie - Station To Station (French Single Edit) 081 Vanessa Paradis - Joe Le Taxi France 082 Fantomas - Page 11 [10 Frames] 083 Little River Band - Seine City 084 Loudblast - Cross the Threshold  * 085 Dokken - Paris is Burning 086 BLUT AUS NORD - Epitome II 087 Pixies - Alec Eiffel 088 Army of Lovers - Ballrooms Of Versailles 089 Metal Urbain - Paris Maquis 090 Hante. - Nobodys Watching (feat. Marble Slave & Fragrance) 091 Jonathan Richman - Give Paris One More Chance 092 Un Monstre à Paris - La Seine OST 093 Sheena Easton - Weekend In Paris 094 Domenico Modugno - Un sicilien à Paris 095 Amelie OST - Lautre valse dAmélie 096 Queen - Killer Queen 097 Jean Ferrat - Un enfant quitte Paris 098 Trini Lopez - Made In Paris 099 Anathema - Parisienne Moonlight 100 Mike Patton - Jean Claude Vannier - Browning 101 Tygers Of Pan Tang - Paris By Air 102 The Angels - Storm The Bastille 103 April March - La Chanson de Prevert 104 UK Subs - Party in Paris 105 Fantomas -  Page 14 [4 Frames] 106 Marie-France  - Déréglée 107 Therion - Poupée De Cire, Poupée the Son 108 Grant Lee Phillips  - Mona Lisa 109 Obsequiae -  L'amour dont sui espris 110 erge Gainsbourg -  Qui est "in" qui est "out" 111 SABINA - TOUJOURS 112 Pierre & Bastien - Pilule pour mec 113 Vulcain - Ebony 114 Fantomas -  Page 15 [22 Frames] 115 Don Ellis - theme from the French Connection 116 Jean Yanne - Coït 117 Trust - Par Compromission 118 David Bowie - Rosalyn 119 Alain Goraguer -  Deshominisation (II) 120 Fantomas -  Page 16 [11 Frames] 121 Michel Magne - Route de nuit 122 Fantomas - Page 17 [14 Frames] 123 R.E.M. - Talk About The Passion 124 Sortilège - Civilisation Perdue 125 Zoot Sims Quartet - Evening in Paris 126 Madeline - Im Madeline 127 Sapho - Train de Paris 128 Hobbs' Angel Of Death -  Marie Antoinette 129 Carpenter Brut - Turbo Killer 130 Fantomas - Page 18 [20 Frames] 131 Kraftwerk -  Tour De France Etape 2 132 Huata - Diving In A Swamp 133 Brigitte Fontaine -  Areski_Depuis 134 Dark Moor - Maid Of Orleans 135 Joan of Arc  - Seven Nation Army by the White Stripes 136 Arcade Fire - Joan of Arc 137 Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark - Maid Of Orleans 138 Tom Waits - Cemetery Polka 139 Fantomas -  Page 19 [21 Frames] 140 Grace Jones - Slave to the Rhythm 141 Jean Michel Jarre - Oxygene 10 142 Charles Aznavour - Desormais 143 Monolithe - Anechoic Aberration 144 The DUBROVNIKS - French Revolution 145 Iron Maiden - Montsegur 146 Joey Starr - JArrive 147 Nino Ferrer - Le Sud 148 IQ - Dans Le Parc Du Chateau Noir 149 Catherine Ribeiro + Alpes Ame Debout 150 Fantomas  - OST main theme 151 Peter Gabriel - Games Without Frontiers 152 La Femme - Sur la planche 153 Deerhoof - Fête Dadieu 154 Johnny Hallyday - Souvenirs souvenirs 155 Joan Jett - French Song 156 PIL - Cest La Vie 157 Arkhon Infaustus - Amphessatamine Nexion 158 Spektr - Teratology 159 Jacqueline Taïeb - 7 Heures Du Matin 160 Kylie Minogue  - Je Ne Sais Pas Pourquoi 161 Dillinger Escape Plan - Farewell Mona Lisa 162 TELEPHONE - Un autre monde 163 Indochine - Laventurier 164 Les Démons de Minuit - Images 165 Benjamin Biolay - Lyon presquîle 166 Fantomas - Page 21 [11 Frames] 167 The Police - Hungry for You (Jaurais Toujours Faim de Toi) 168 Army Of Lovers - Crucified 169 Arcturus -  La Masquerade Infernale 170 Arcturus -  Master Of Disguise 171 mio - mao 172 Yves Montand - Les Canuts 173 Alcest -  Percées De Lumière 174 ZEN ZILA - Les Invisibles 175 Mike Patton - Ford Mustang (Serge Gainsbourg Cover) 176 Asphodèle - Gueules Crasses 177 Rage - French Bourree 178 Raison D'etre -  Auto-dafe 179 Iggy Pop - Sister Midnight 180 Fantomas -  Page 22 [7 Frames] 181 Henri Renaud - Venez Donc Chez Moi   ** 182 Mary Bell - Band-Aid Baby 183 Sébastien Tellier - La Ritournelle 184 Debussy & Wright - Claudine (In a french cafe) 185 ELEND - Nocturne 186 Les Lèvres Rouges (Daughters of Darkness) - Theme from film 187 Tristania -  Heretique 188 Marseille sans bateau   - Nicoletta   189 Tino Rossi - Marseille mon pays 190 Bagarre générale -  Furvent 191 Henry Mancini & His Orchestra - French  Provincial   * 192 The Angels - Marseilles 193 Deftones - Riviére 194 Claude François - Le temps que jarrive à Marseille 195 Tais - toi Marseille paroles 196 Elton John - I'm Still Standing 197 The Stranglers - Nice in Nice 198 Motörhead -  Coup De Grace 199 Fantomas -  Page 23 [17 Frames] 200 Igorrr -  ieuD 201 Therion -  Polichinelle 202 Obsequiae -  Des Oge Mais Quer Eu Trobar 203 Alain Goraguer -  La Femme 204 Talking Heads - Psycho Killer 205 Lafayette Afro Band - Malik 206 Putumayo French Cafe. Georges Brassens - Je MSuis Fait Tout Petit 207 La Femme - Elle ne taime pas 208 Benighted - Versipellis 209 Fantomas -  Page 24 [19 Frames] 210 Abigail - Je Taime 211 Bill wyman - je suis un rockstar 212 Françoise Hardy - Comment te dire adieu 213 Burgundian court (middle XIV) - Tourdion 214 Carnivale en Coal - Entrez le carnaval 215 Melissa Auf Der Maur -  Taste You (French Version) 216 Death In June -  C'est Un Rêve 217 Chris Cornell - Cant Change Me (French Version) 218 Cortex - Troupeau bleu 219 Eddie Vartan - Tatoo Strip Tease    ** 220 Iggy Pop - Je Sais Que Tu Sais 221 Les Darlings  - Le Tourbillon 222 King Diamond - The Trees Have Eyes 223 Joni Mitchell - In France They Kiss On Main Street 224 Lovage - Pit Stop (take me home) (/w Mike Patton) 225 Billy Idol - Eyes Without A Face 226 Mick Harvey - Intoxicated Man 227 Vulcain - Rock 'n Roll Secours 228 Mike Oldfield & Maggie Reilly    - To France 229 Serge Gainsbourg - Overseas Telegram 230 Fantomas - Page 25 [34 Frames] 231 Ponctuation - La re´alite´ me suffit 232 Gloria - You had it all     ** 233 The Adicts - Viva La Revolution 234 Ataraxie - Dread the Villains 235 The Stranglers - La Folie 236 weird al yankovic - Genius in France 237 Secret Chiefs 3 - La Chanson de Jacky 238 Sonic Youth - French Tickler 239 The Reels    - La Mer 240 Fabienne DelSol -  Vilaines Filles Mauvais Garcons 241 camera silens    - pour la gloire 242 Charles de Goal - exposition 243 City of Lost Children & Angelo Badalamenti - Lexecution (The City of Lost Children OST) 244 Blondie - Sunday Girl 245 Fairport Convention - Si tu dois partir 246 Fantomas -  Page 26 [7 Frames] 247 Hippie Hippie Hourrah -  Jacques Dutronc 248 Mars Red Sky - Strong Reflection 249 Rita Mitsouko - Cest comme ça 250 Mike Patton, Jean-Claude Vannier Chansons D'Amour 251 The Faces - Ooh La La 252 The Algorithm - Trojans 253 Magma - Da Zeuhl wortz Mekanik 254 Fantomas -  Page 27 [15 Frames] 255 Iggy Pop - La Javanaise 256 Brigitte Bardot - Ne Me Laisse Pas L'Aimer 257 Corpus Delicti - Saraband 258 Frank Zappa - In France 259 Frànçois & the Atlas Mountains - La Ve´rite´ 260 Year Of No Light - L'angoisse du veilleur de nuit d'autoroute les soirs d'alarme à accident 261 Pere Ubu - Non-alignment Pact 262 Georgia Satellites - Mon Cheri 263 The Limiñanas - Prisunic 264 Martin Dupont - Inside Out 265 Sanseverino - Mal ô Mains 266 Andre Poppe - La Polka Du Roi 267 The Fixx - Cameras In Paris 268 Regarde Les Hommes Tomber - The Renegade Son 269 Asterix - Intro 270 Michel Magne - Tamouré 271 Maurice Jarre - The Paris Waltz 272 Celeste -  Les mains brisées comme leurs souvenirs 273 Fantomas -  Page 28 [20 Frames] 274 Fabienne DelSol -  Le Roi Des Fourmis 275 Gary McFarland/Gabor Szaro - Simpatico    ** 276 Blue Oyster Cult - Les Invisibles 277 Refused - Françafrique 278 Iggy Pop - Les Feuilles Mortes 279 Fabulous Trobadors - Toulouse est sarrazine 280 Loudblast - Manifesto   ** 281 Drei Oklok - Les petits vauriens 282 Sektemtum  - Aut Caesar Aut Nihil 283 Les Discrets - Virée Nocturne 284 La Femme - Sphynx 285 Elend - Le Dévoreur 286 Daft Punk  - Around the world    ** 287 KUKL with Bjork - France (A Mutual Thrill) 288 Fantomas -  Page 29 [39 Frames] 289 Charlotte Leslie - Les Filles CEst Fait (Pour Faire LAmour) 290 Kreator - Under The Guillotine 291 ABBA - Voulez-Vous 292 Agathe ou Christie - Laume 293 Anna Karina - Rollergirl 294 Diamanda Galás -  Sono L'Antichristo 295 Blondie - French Kissin in the USA 296 Pere Ubu - Final Solution 297 Alber Jupiter - Fangs [We Are Just Floating in Space] 298 La Fraction - Aussi Long Sera Le Chemin 299 Nightmare - Prowler in the Night 300 SERGE GAINSBOURG - Aéroplanes 301 Ravel - Arithmétique 302 Temple Of Baal - Dead Cult 303 Volkor X - This Means War 304 Iggy Pop - Les Passantes 305 Fantomas - Page 12 [31 Frames] 306 Anorexia Nervosa  - Codex Veritas 307 Gojira - The heaviest matter of the universe 308 Prince - Raspberry Beret 309 Les Rita Mitsouko - Marcia Baila 310 Igorrr - Camel Dancefloor 311 the Conchords  -  Foux Da Fa Fa 312 Jef Gilson - Enfin    *** 313 Burzum -  The Portal 314 Misanthrope - Visionnaire 315 April March - Laisse Tomber les Filles 316 The Stranglers - Goodbye Toulouse 317 Magma - De Futura 318 NIGHT - Déliant ses Lacets 319 Jean-Luc Ponty - Sunday Walk   ** 320 Perez Prado - Paris 321 Vosegus - Honore les Dieux 322 Les demoiselles de Rochefort - Le pont transbordeur 323 Vladimir Cosma Pebbles and Bubbles 324 Edith Piaf - Sous le ciel de Paris 325 Schizo - Schizo (And the Little Girl) 326 La Toya Jackson, Moulin Rouge Cast - A Paris Les Femmes Ressemblent A Des Fleu 327 Departure Chandelier  - Forever Faithful to the Emperor 328 The Liminanas - Migas 2000 329 Adam And The Ants -  Young Parisians 330 Asmodée - Black Drop Journey 331 Les joyaux de la princesse - Le petit garçon 332 Melvins -  Joan Of Arc 333 H Bomb - Coup De Metal 334 Malicorne - L'écolier assassin 335 Donald Byrd - Parisian Thoroughfare 336 Thin Lizzy - Parisienne Walkways 337 Miles Davis / Art Blakey & The MEssengers - Ascenseur Pour L'Echafaud  ** 338 Monarch - A Look At TomorrowMass Death and Destruction 339 Georges Brassens  -   Les copains d´abord 340 EARTHA KITT - UNDER THE BRIDGES OF PARIS 341 Blaspheme - Vivre libre 342 KaS Product - Sober 343 Mike Patton - Jean Claude Vannier -  Corpse Flower 344 Tony Allen - On Fire 345 Funerarium - Prayer For The Dead 346 SVART CROWN - Thermageddon 347 Alan Stivell - Tri Martolod 348 Les Misérables - Le bagne, pitié pitié (French) 349 The Great Old Ones - The Omniscient 350 Henry Mancini - Bateau Mouche 351 Style Counci l - Down In The Seine 352 Begin Says - Arbeit 353 Husker Du - Eiffel Tower High 354 Peter Sarstedt - Where Do You Go To My Lovely 355 Cécilia - Chocolat 356 Cradle of Filth - The Death of Love 357 ZARAH LEANDER - CABARET PARIS 358 David Bowie -  Speed of Life 359 Celine Gillain - Fight or Flight 360 Kosmos - Revelations Le Voyage 361 Bernard Parmegiani - Pop Eclectic 362 Dominique Laurent, Pinok Et Matho - L'Appel de la Terre 363 Pharoah Sanders - Love Is Here 364 SLIFT - UMMON 365 HANGMAN'S CHAIR - CUT UP KIDS 366 Les Baxter - The Clown On The Eiffel Tower 367 Throane - Plus Une Main A Mordre 368 John Zorn - Bateau Ivre 369 Mezzanotte - Midnight 370 GONG  - You Never Blow Yr Trip Forever 371 Klone - Breach 372 Les Calamités -  Toutes les nuits 373 John Cale - Paris 1919 374 Alcest - Là Où Naissent Les Couleurs Nouvelles 375 Heldon - MVC II 376 Aluk Todolo - V 377 Moving Gelatine Plates - Funny Doll 378 Alesia Cosmos  -  H-Co 379 Caravelli - Metamorphose Demientelle 380 Martial Solal joue Michel Magne - Organique 381 Cerrone - The Real World The Collector 382 The Nathan Davis Quintet -  The Hip Walk 383 Fantomas -  Page 30 [2 Frames] 384 Monsieur Goraguer - Sexy Dracula (Instrumental) 385 Orquesta De Las Nubes - El Orden Del Azar 386 Francoise Hardy - Tous Les Garcons et Les Filles 387 Pierre Eliane - Isadora Duncan (A Quoi Tu Penses Quand Tu Danses) 388 Rémy Couvez - Rêve de Voyage 389 Rush - Bastille Day 390 Doris Laïze - For Ever 391 Mr Bungle - Carousel 392 Coleman Hawkins - The Hawk in Paris   ** 393 VUUR - Reunite! - Paris 394 Guy Lafitte - Jambo!   ** 395 Prince - kiss 396 My Dying Bride - De Sade Soliliquoy 397 Francisco Semprun & Michel Christodoulides - Ebullition 398 Hacride - Act Of God 399 Jane Birkin - Lolita Go Home 400 The Doors  - End of the Night 401 Bernard Estardy - Cha tatch ka (La Formule du Baron) 402 Ennio Morricone - Peur sur la Ville OST 403 SOGGY - Waiting for the War 404 Birds in a Row - I don't dance 405 Miles Davis - Sur l'autoroute (BOF Ascenseur pour l'échafaud) 406 Michel Legrand -  Legrand Jazz   ** 407 Anna - Rien rien j'disais ça comme ça 408 VOUS AUTRES - Onde 409 Les Marquisis - Shape the Wheel (feat. Rémy Kapriélan) 410 Iron Maiden - The Longest Day 411 Satan - Toutes Ces Horreurs 412 Jean-Pierre Decerf - Light Flight 413 Delicatessen OST Carlos D'Alessio - Tika Tika Walk 414 Richard Pinhas - Rhizosphere Sequent 415 Hexvessel - Dues to the Dolmen 416 Guy Skornik - Lile de Paques 417 Crown - Illumination 418 Ferat 80 - La Bilan 419 TERRITOIRE- sourd 420 Year of no light - Tocsin 421 Klone -  The Dreamer's Hideaway 422 Christophe - Les Mots Blues 423 IGORR - Cheval 424 Me Solar - Qui seme le rent recoltele 425 Pierre Eliane - Ou Que Tu Ailles 426 Lalo Schiffrin - Marquis de Sade    ** 427 Les compagnons de la chanson - Bleu, les jours heureux 428 Georges Brassens - La Parapluie   ** 429 Albert Marcœur - Appalderie   ** 430 Cenotaphe - Entre quatre cierges de cire et de sang   ** 431 Jean-Michel Jarre - Oxygene, Pt. 2   ** 432 Heldon -  Ouais, marchais, mieux qu'en 68   433 Daft Punk - Get Lucky    ** 434 End of Data - Sarah 435 Musique Expérimentale - Volumes 436 Deathspell Omega - Synarchy of moleten bones 437 Serge Gainsbourg - L'hôtel particulier (BOF "Melody Nelson") 438 Magma- Kobaïa 439 Jo Moutet & Strawberrie's Pot - "...comme un pot de fraises 440 Nino Nardini · Roger Roger - Jungle Obsession ** 441 Richard Pinhas - Paris: Beautiful May 442 François Bayle - Jeîta pt.2 443 Deluge - Soufre 444 Trust - Certitude, Solitude 445 Sortilège - La Hargne Des Tordus 446 Macabre - The Black Knight 447 Red Noise - Caka Slow / Vertebrate Twist ** 448 Eider Stellaire - Tetra   ** 449 Gojira - Born for one thing    ** 450 Jean-Claude Vannier - Chasser La Bête Noire 451 Celtic Frost - Into crypt of rays 452 Hexvessel - Journey to Carnac   ** 453 Kraftwerk - Tour de France (Etape 3) 454 IGORR - Au Revoir 455 Megadeth -  A Tout le Monde 666 The Pink Panther Theme - Reprise

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FRANCE - CIRCA 1946: Jean-Louis Barrault (1910-1994), French actor in "Baptiste" of Jacques Prevert. Paris, Marigny theatre, October 1946. (Photo by Roger Viollet via Getty Images/Roger Viollet via Getty Images)

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A Journey Into French Cinema By Susan King Do you remember the movie or filmmaker that changed your life? When you realized film was more than entertainment? When you were moved so emotionally that you couldn’t shake the feeling you had when watching the movie? Veteran French filmmaker Bertrand Tavernier, who directed such acclaimed films as THE CLOCKMAKER OF ST. PAUL (‘74); COUP DE TORCHON (‘81) and ‘ROUND MIDNIGHT (‘86), was just a boy when he fell in love with the films of such directors as Jacques Becker and Jean Renoir. Their films gave him “tremendous emotion,” he told me in a 2017 interview for the American Cinematheque. “Tears and love. Because of them, I think, I understood my country. I think I fell in love with France because of those films. Not because of politicians, but because of Renoir, because of Claude Sautet, because of Marcel Pagnol.” In 2016, he directed a valentine of a documentary, MY JOURNEY THROUGH FRENCH CINEMA. It’s a must-see for French film fans, as well as those who are just dipping their toes into the country’s cinema. The documentary looks at the works of Becker and Renoir, as well as Jean-Pierre Melville, Claude Sautet, the writer-director team of Jacques Prevert and Marcel Carne and the pioneering New Wave filmmakers Francois Truffaut and Jean-Luc Godard.“The main reason I decided to do the film is that I wanted to say, ‘Thank you’ to all of those people who changed my life,” noted the 79-year-old Tavernier. “I mean those directors, screenwriters, composers, actors and actresses. Some of those films gave me hope, gave me strength. You know there is a Chinese proverb which says that when you drink the water of the well, you must always thank the man who built it.” Jean Renoir (1894-1979) didn’t build French cinema, but he was definitely one of the chief architects. The son of renowned Impressionist painter Pierre-Auguste Renoir, he is considered one of the greatest, if not the greatest, French filmmaker of the 20th century. He was also one of the most influential with the New Wave directors because he was what the New Wave considered an auteur, a filmmaker who exerts his personal influence and artistic control so that he is considered the author of the movie. Renoir made countless classic films both in France and in the U.S., where he fled when the Nazis took power of his country. Renoir earned his only Oscar nomination for Best Director for THE SOUTHERNER (‘45). But two of his greatest accomplishments are LA GRANDE ILLUSION (‘37) and THE RULES OF THE GAME (‘39). LA GRANDE ILLUSION, which was released in the states in 1938, was the first foreign language film to earn a Best Picture Oscar nomination and the New York Film Critics Circle Award for Best Foreign Film.Set during World War I, LA GRANDE ILLUSION is a powerful anti-war statement as well as a look at the class structure in France. Renoir’s frequent collaborators, superstar Jean Gabin, Marcel Dalio and Pierre Fresnay, play three French officers who are captured and sent to a POW camp run by an aristocratic German commander played Erich von Stroheim. Though critics often have cited THE RULES OF THE GAME as Renoir’s masterpiece, I prefer GRANDE ILLUSION because he imbues his characters with empathy and sympathy. THE RULES OF THE GAME opened 91 years ago this month in France, just a few months before the German occupation. Audiences, especially the wealthy, didn’t want to see this film as it satirized the ruling class. Renoir would later say that he tried to salvage the film by cutting it, “and to start with, I cut scenes in which I myself played too large a part, as though I was ashamed, after the rebuff, of showing myself on screen. But it was useless.” Renoir was figuratively bound and quartered by French audiences for RULES OF THE GAME because it skewers the aristocracy. The rich and spoiled have no morals bounding in and out of each other’s arms and beds during a hunting weekend at the country estate of a wealthy marquis (Dalio). The scene of the rabbit hunt is horrific, as these frivolous beings kill countless defenseless animals trying to escape their rifles. And the estate’s staff and workers are equally amoral.The only character who has heart is Octave played by Renoir, a big bear of a man who is “friends” with the aristocracy but in the end is really alone. THE RULES OF THE GAME only stayed in theaters for three weeks and was actually banned as “demoralizing.” The shortened version did play in the country after World War II, but it wasn’t until 1956—when two French lab technicians found over 200 boxes with bits and pieces of the cut material— that the film restored to its originally glory. In 1999, a The Village Voice poll placed it as the second-best film of the century after Citizen Kane. During the 1930’s, Jacques Becker (1906-1960) was an assistant to Renoir. And just as Renoir, he was very much admired by the New Wave. Truffaut once wrote that Becker “is an intimate and realistic filmmaker who is in love with verisimilitude and everyday realities.” Tavernier described Becker as “the finest French filmmaker of the ’40 and ‘50s the most even in quality, the smartest in his choices.” Among his acclaimed films are the gangster noir TOUCHEZ PAS AU GRISBI (1954), starring Gabin, and the taut prison escape drama LE TROU (1959). But his loveliest, most emotional film is CASQUE D’OR (‘52), starring Simone Signoret, as the mistress of a ruthless gangster (Claude Dauphin), who falls passionately in love with a reformed ex-con (Serge Reggiani). Though it’s telegraphed early that their love affair will end tragically, it’s so well-acted, compelling and even suspenseful. Signoret won the BAFTA honor for Best Foreign Film Actress. Early in his career, Tavernier worked with Jean-Pierre Melville (1917-1973), who was a mentor to the New Wave directors and was best known for his superb almost minimalist film noirs including BOB LE FLAMBEUR (‘56), LE DOULOS (‘62), LE SAMOURAI (‘67) and LE CIRCLE ROUGE (‘70). Tavernier notes in MY JOURNEY THROUGH FRENCH CINEMA that Melville was a bully, having squabbles with his actors and would also dress down his crew in front of everybody. “That was a nightmare for me,” he told me. “When I was coming to work, I was sick. I was young. It was demanding, as frightening as school. It’s only later on the set of other directors that I discovered the atmosphere was not like that. That doesn’t change anything about the talent of Melville, but he created an atmosphere which was frightening, especially for a young kid like me.”