Dreaming of Paris

Bring the smile we used to cry
This smile is all for you
Then we have to play the game
And to let it go again
Just dreaming of Paris at night
BB Brunes, You Belong to Me

Each night I watched the Olympics, I waited patiently through all the commercials to get back to the games - but I was also waiting for this amazing Windows commercial in French. It was the highlight of the night each time I saw it (which was only twice), and rivaled my love for the two-men bobsled.

Obviously when it was on actual TV there were subtitles.

Sticking with the French theme, on Saturday I watched the 1966 Jean-Luc Godard film, Masculin, Féminin, starring the extremely hot Jean-Pierre Léaud as Paul and the jealousy-inducing Chantal Goya, who plays his girlfriend Madeleine Zimmer.

That's right, over an hour of him (click to watch).

It was a really beautiful and funny film, if a little bizarre. It was about young people in Paris, but I think it basically shows young people in general. Lots of "why don't you love me?" moments, rising pop stars, smoking, 'intellectual' discussions... I would have invited all of you over to watch it, but it was due back and I watched it at about nine in the morning (by myself, I might add - which is probably good as there were a lot of really hilarious discussions that my parents probably wouldn't have liked).

Do you guys like foreign films with subtitles or are you more for the American, Hollywood-type stuff? Artsy films, serious films, action films? Big names and budgets? I mean, I also just watched the new remake of Fame and while it was similar to M/F in that its plot was a little off, I'm fine with saying that it was one of the worst films I've ever seen. I didn't care about any of the characters - they were honestly nothing to me (especially that "cute" guy who would swear like he didn't know what he was saying... some of the weirdest delivery of lines ever). But in M/F the plot was anything but major, anything but predictable and I was still rooting for Paul to completely win over Madeleine or for her friend to admit that she loved him... they mattered.

Sometimes I think that's what Hollywood misses out on.

What do you guys think?

Picture of Jean-Pierre Léaud from here.