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Hey, wait!

This isn't the way to do it!

Wait, let me do it.

- Haven't you got a snow scraper?
- No.

Here's mine. You'll need it here!

- Thanks!
- Not at all.

6 pages, every Friday,
5000 copies printed.

We've got ads and 8000 signs
to relate the life of the Valley.

Dedo did it for 30 years.

But now, Dedo's dead,
and we need someone to take over.

- l've brought my CV, just in case.
- Yes, your name's Francois Robin.

You've studied the Middle Ages
at Neuchatel university.

And your fiancee's just been
appointed teacher at Le Brassus.

Right?

Yes, she's not my fiancee,
she's my girlfriend.

And l studied medieval French.

Give the local news, only local:

Sports events, shows,

concerts of the local mixed choir,
in other words, the whole lot.

ln fact, to be honest,
l've never written for a newspaper.

- You've been to uni, haven't you?
- Yes.

So 8000 signs,
that's nothing for you!

And 2'500 francs
a month's good, isn't it?

And there's the cinema
at Le Sentier.

Every Wednesday afternoon,

Edith Suchet shows the film
which will be on at the weekend.

So you go along and write
a few nice lines about the western.

But l don't know anything
about films!

Don't worry, Dedo didn't either.

But he always had a good idea
to make people want to see the film.

- So they got used to it, ok?
- Ok.

Welcome to the Vallee de Joux,
Mr Robin.

Thank you, Sir.

Perch fillets
or butter pasta at home?

Perch fillets.

- l am proud of you!
- You should be!

ln fact,
l'm not a trained journalist...

His enthusiasm was rather dashed.

And there were 1 0 others waiting,
guys from the area, oldish guys.

l thought to myself: ''Forget it''.
But, as it was, an idea came to me.

l told him:
Because l'm not a journalist,

l'm going to write articles...

which are original, not like
the crap we read in the area.

Well, l didn't say ''crap''.

And suddenly, the guy smiles.

And l got it!

- l did it for you!
- For us!

Yes, for us.

Are you coming to bed?

Tell me something in French!

Only if you show me your boobs!

Mrs Suchet?

- Yes?
- Hello.

- Can l help you?
- Yes, please!

No, not that, take the dog!
He hates snow!

Did you know Dedo?

No.

People in this area respected him.
His opinion was valued.

He always had
a happy turn of phrase,

his style was unique.

Ah, you mustn't smoke here,
Mr Francois.

By the way, he created
this cinema review in the '80s.

Nobody came
to the cinema anymore.

They all watched videos.

And you, Mr Francois,
do you have your own style?

Robin, Francois Robin.

You'll have to find a pen name,
like Dedo.

Didier Debonneville,
that was his real name.

- We've always called him Dedo.
- What are we seeing today?.

Well!

Thanks.

Did you like it?

lt was special, wasn't it?

Try to find a nice remark
to write in your rag.

Like Dedo used to do!

''A fresh and gluttonous film.

''A smooth and tasty plot

''like the vacherin cheese
of our beautiful region.''

And the last one's the worst.
Listen carefully:

''The editing is sharp and cunning,
in the manner of Master Fox.''

Hey, you, couldn't you help me?

You mustn't laugh.
They all say this guy is a genius.

He's really the Albert Londres
of the Vallee de Joux.

Don't smoke all over the clothes,
it's disgusting!

Don't get all worked up!
They'll soon get used to your style.

They'll get used to it,
they'll get used to it...

For the local news, it's easy.

l write about the rag's readers,

as if l was writing
their diary for them.

l look forward to something,
l ruminate, l'm indignant for them.

But for film, it's different.

lt's more universal, it's not only
about the Vallee de Joux.

So what's the problem?
Write what you thought of the film.

Well, exactly, l've no idea!

Ok, what is The End Day about?

Last Days.

l don't know, it's...
lt's about the life of Kurt Cobain.

l love him!

But it's not a biography,

it's a bit more complicated
than that!

l don't know if it's an author having
a wank or if it's a good movie.

Please Francois, not this one,
it's full of holes,

we'd said we'd throw it out!

No, it's a fetish.
My sister's cardigan.

l love it, l keep it.

Ok, l'll help you.
What's your favourite film?

- Stranger than Paradise.
- Ok then.

ls Last Days better or not as good
as Stranger than Paradise?

That's just it, it's different!

Here you have Princess Stephanie,
Prince Albert, Mr Piaget and me...

in front of the model
of the Monte Carlo Circus Festival.

- On a 1 /87 scale.
- Ok.

At the 1 8 th festival.

And why are you
next to Prince Albert?

Because that year,
they had an exhibition of models

from all over Europe...

l exhibited mine
and they bought it immediately.

From 1 0 until 1 2.30
nobody could come in,

only Prince Albert
and Princess Stephanie,

to have a close look at the models.

Excuse me,
can l borrow this magazine?

Yes.

A customer left it here,

and there's no crossword in it.
So you're welcome to it.

lt's very kind of you.

The America of Gus Van Sant
vomits spasmodica//y.

She eructates contused bodies,

devoured by an excess
of sex and drug.

She spurts out her chi/dren
in a wave of bi/e,

in a river of organic sounds.

Mr Robin, l'm waiting for you.

l'm coming.

So, along the way, you have a few
flickering buttons. These buttons...

enable us to light up
other corners of the cave,

like here, the bison's pool.

When will your newspaper publish it?

l think next Wednesday, normally.

/t's i//usory to reduce ''Last Days''

to the phantasmagorica/ course
of any Kurt Cobain.

/t's not a question here of a biopic

where the referent to rea/ity
sets himse/f up

as a mode/ of canonica/ virtues.

We're not interested in B/ake,
but in his flesh sacrificed

as an examp/e.

Last Days is
the New Testament of an America

which has grown out of chi/dhood.

And it's there
that Gus Van Sant's fi/m

does not c/aim to produce narration

in the Aristote/ian sense
of the term.

Last Days /oses itse/f
in the background of the p/ot,

purpose/y fo//ows byways,
just as his hero does.

What seems at first to be
semantica//y off camera takes over,

pushes out
and ends by rejecting any impu/se

the spectator
may have to understand.

An overdose, /ike a crucifixion,

which wou/d open the way to a new
/ife, c/eansed of morta/ heredity.

- A postal order for France, please.
- 1 00 francs, please.

- Let me pass.
- Just a second.

l'm e-mailing my review
to the paper.

- Hey! My film!
- lt's bad!

l want my film!

Stop it! Ok, ok, ok!

My god it's naff!

So what?
l love tea and biscuit films.

lt's bad for your eyes...

And your soul, darling.

What's the problem with Mrs Suchet?

She doesn't like your reviews
of the films she shows.

She finds you too negative.

lt's not my fault
if she only shows crap.

She shows the films
people want to see.

My job is to write reviews,
not to lick your friend's boots.

Oh no, yourjob is to write nice
reviews about the films she shows...

not to deride the audience's taste.

This is not the Cahiers du Cinema
here, or any other such thing.

Edith told me about an English film
you didn't like.

Yes, last week's review.
Don't you read your paper?

l'm a printer, Mr Robin,

like my father was,
and my grandfather.

l'm not the editor
of a famous smart newspaper.

''We find in Regis Warnier
a Vichysian filth,

''a collaborator's spinelessness.''

''Not to understand
the importance of a frame,

''this is what leads
Michael Young's clowns astray.

''We regret the TV efficiency
and blame

''the non-plasticity
of the cinematographic bodies.''

''Truffaut and Eustache must
be turning in their graves

''on hearing the high-pitched voices

''of the Little Wooden Cross Singers
of Christophe Baratier.''

But the other papers
had good reviews, didn't they?.

- l tell the truth.
- The truth!

The truth is that Edith

pays good money every week
to have her programme printed.

lt costs her 650 fr. per week,
2'500 fr. per month,

exactly what you earn.

Edith is furious. ln any case,
no more Wednesday viewing for you.

l don't care. l'll see the films
in Lausanne, at the press viewing.

Don't count on me to pay
your expenses!

Hello, Sir. Sorry, the cinema
is closed. lt's a press viewing.

l've come for the press viewing,
l'm a journalist.

All right, can l see
your press card, please?

Actually, l've forgotten it.

But l do have a copy of the paper
l work for.

L'echo de /a Va//ee de Joux,
my name's Francois Robin.

Ok, you can put your name down,
and take a press hand-out.

- The film is about to start.
- Ok.

- The usual, 24 Heures, Le Temps.
- Ok, see you next week!

Excuse me, Sir,
no smoking in the cinema.

- Sorry.
- Thank you.

Excuse me?

l've a question:
who's the girl in beige over there?

lt's Rosa.

Rosa Rouge, she writes for L'Epoque .

Ah, yes.

l'll have a tin of peas
and the tin of raviolis.

And a jar of jam...

- Orange or cherry?
- Orange.

l'll go and buy the newspaper.

No, no. Cherry.

- Hello.
- Hello.

L'Epoque and a pack of Muratti,
please.

So, L'Epoque , 2.50 fr.,

and the cigarettes...

Francois!

lt's closed.

Yes, hello?

lt's me.
Yes, all right.

Exactly. We've finally made
an appointment for tomorrow.

Yes, l know, yes.

l have to go,
l'm in the middle of an interview.

- Do you have any Pipas?
- Sorry?.

Pipas,
salted sunflower seeds.

- No.
- Don't you know what they are?

Yes, l do. But l don't have any.

Could you go to the kiosk
over there?

l can't go,
the shop assistant is awful.

l can't bear it.

Those endless panning shots
on the roofs of Paris.

As if one had to look
for a mysterious... meaning.

Yet another signs hunter.
l hate that.

l think this is a direct reference
to Feuillade's films.

Thank you, l did get it.

And this is what's so unbearable:
a wink to a film in another film.

Like pinching somebody's ass
during a family dinner.

lt's obscene, incestuous.

You liked it, didn't you?

l found it interesting.

And?

There's a certain modernity
in the way the action is set.

Modernity, that's it.
This is the word.

Everybody uses it
without any reason,

nobody understands what it means.

But it always has its effect.
Modernity.

No, it's true,
there's nothing we can do.

Sorry, l've interrupted you.

Trave//ing liked it.

You are the reader of Trave//ing.

The only reader,
the last reader.

l thought that only
high school teachers

who taught film as a complementary
subject still read that thing.

And you buy it?
Well.

So you can quote Robbe Grillet
by heart, can't you?

Come on, do it!

Rosa Rouge, is it a pen name?

You thought l was a drag queen?

A transvestite.

No, l'm a real woman.

Want to feel,
see if l have balls?

No, Rosa Rouge,
it's like Nicolas Rouge.

Nicolas Rouge is my father.

D'you know Nicolas Rouge?

- Don't you know Nicolas Rouge?
- No.

Rouge is my surname.

And Rosa,
it's like Rosa de Luxembourg.

And you?

Francois Robin.

Francois, like my grandfather.

lt's non-smoking here, please.

Let's go!

You didn't like last week's Chabrol?

- Remind me, what was it?
- La F/eur du ma/.

No, La F/eur du ma/,
l quite liked it.

Why?.

Well, your review last Tuesday...

lt has nothing to do with Chabrol.

lt's mathematical.
One film in two. That's the rule.

What?

We assume that with Chabrol
every other film's a failure.

As Merci pour /e choco/at
was rather good,

La fleur du ma/ is bad, that's all.

You also have
the usual Chabrolian terms:

Scalpel cut
for the lower middle-class.

Actors brilliantly directed.

Huppert at the peak
of her gloom and beauty.

That's for the good films.

And for the bad films:

Sequenced like a telefilm, naivety.

And we venture,
senile for 4 or 5 years now.

Who's the ''we''?

We venture, senile?
Who's the ''we''?

Well, us!

You, me, the critics.

So did you tell him who
we do our childbirth classes with?

- No, they don't know him.
- Come on, everybody knows him.

Mr Bent Nymeier comes
to our childbirth classes.

Or rather Mrs Nymeier.

Yes, well, even though his
paintings are worth 30'000 francs.

Anyway, l'm much better at doing
the panting breathing than he is.

Braggart!

Nymeier?
l love his works!

Funny you mention him,

because l saw a documentary
about him last week

and l found his work...

fresh...

Fresh?

Since when have you got
interested in art?

Since you became a film critic.

You write film reviews,
l hadn't understood, it's great!

But you're a journalist.
And you hated the French art films.

l've changed.

ln the documentary about Nymeier,
we could see him visiting a school.

He used very simple words,
it was great.

D'you remember when we had to sit
through all Eric Rohmer's films?

l was trying to flirt with Louisa.

D'you remember Louisa?

And he doesn't use this pedagogical,
condescending boloney...

l spent my time at the Cinematheque.

l didn't want to go alone,
so you came along.

We met up there,
we were the only guys,

and when we came out,
everybody thought we were gay.

When l saw the documentary,
l thought:

lt'd be great to invite
Nymeier to Le Brassus.

The kids would be so lucky!

Christine, who do you think you are?

A guy like Nymeier will never come
to the Vallee de Joux just for you!

Stop dreaming.

And l was concentrating more on
Louisa's neck than on Rohmer's film.

l remember kissing her during
L'arbre et /a Mediatheque.

And l necked her a little
during Conte d'ete,

And we split up
with Conte d'automne .

You're wrong Francois, really!

This is exactly the kind of thing
he's interested in.

He's really quite approachable.

ln fact, we're seeing him next week.
l can ask him.

l can't promise you anything,
though.

lt'd be great! Sure you don't mind?

Not at all, we can try, who knows.

And it'd give us the chance
to meet up.

You watch dead boring art films,

but at the same time,
when l see your chick's boobs,

l understand better
how you can bear it.

Francois,
you must defend my honour!

D'you rea//y want to go back down?

/'// need the sound system.

Rea//y?. D'you miss the city a/ready?.

/'m another man now.

/ on/y fee/ good with you.

/n any case, don't worry:

/'// be back tonight, ok?

Did you write this?

Don't you like it?

Trave//ing reader, hey?

But take it as a compliment,
as your model is Trave//ing.

l don't know what's wrong
with seeing

criticism as being
a real literary genre.

And by the way, the readers
of small newspapers

are entitled to real reviews.

Do you hear?

Renard!

Renard by Stravinsky.

Listen!

Stravinsky's great! There's
nothing better than Stravinsky.

And Renard is the first work

he composed
when he came to Switzerland.

His first collaboration with Ramuz,
before L'histoire du so/dat.

For him Renard
was a complete work:

Singing, dancing, acrobatics.

Nobody ever managed to describe

human movement
as well as Stravinsky:

No author, no film director,

no writer can describe
human movement like he did.

And why is it called Renard?

Because of the Roman de Renart,
it's when Renart meets the hen or...

No, the cock.
Chanteclerc, the cock.

One night, Renart penetrates
into the hen house...

and on seeing him, the hens panic
and inform Chanteclerc, the cock.

But Chanteclerc doesn't believe them
and tells them to go and peck around.

The following night, Master
Chanteclerc has a strange dream:

He sees himself in a tunic,
reddish-brown on top,

and white underneath.

He's in a very small,
narrow enclosure

surrounded by small white bones.

And enthroned above him,
he sees a tail, the tail of a fox.

And the next morning,
a little troubled,

he tells his dream to Pinte the hen.

And the hen analyses it.

She tells him the tunic
is the fox's tunic.

The small white bones are
his teeth and mouth.

And the tail hanging above him

means that Chanteclerc
sees himself in Renart's belly.

She tells him
it's a premonitory dream.

But Master Chanteclerc doesn't
believe a word of it, leaves,

and falls asleep.

And along comes Renart.
He grabs him and runs away.

And it's vanity
that'll lead Renart to his loss:

When running away,
he sees the farmer

and he shouts:
''Despite thee, l take my share''.

which means more or less:

Despite the farmer, l had my share,
or the fox had his share.

While he's talking to the farmer,

Master Chanteclerc takes advantage
of his mouth being open

and flies away.

Oh, sorry.

Well... see you next week!

She was the one
to call me back about Nymeier.

She really tries hard even though

she's other things
on her mind, she's very busy.

And she's pregnant, just think?

l just have a little problem, though:
the sponsors.

Because even if Nymeier
agrees not to be paid

l still have to pay
for his transport, his food

and the hotel, haven't l?

lt's the least l can do!

Could you mention it
to your printer?

Honestly, it'd be nice.

l'm a journalist, not a marketing
director. You speak to him.

Wait a minute, you're not 1 0
at your printer's, are you?

At a newspaper,
you have the journalists

who write articles, like me,

and those in charge
of the advertising.

And that's how it is
in our newspaper,

even if we are only seven or eight.

And you don't mix.
lt's a question of ethics.

Francois, you're sometimes so naive.

Let me tell you, your prose,
your nice sentences,

they go straight to the bin.

D'you think people
give a damn about

your opinion
as a well-informed cinema-goer?

You must be joking!

They're only interested
in the sports results,

and in making sure they're
in the photo of the village band.

Damn it, Francois,
l'm just asking for a favour.

Do you enjoy denigrating me
in this way?.

You enjoy belittling me,
running me down like a piece of shit.

You wanted us to come here,
l came here.

You wanted me to find a job,
l found a job,

and now l put an effort into it,
and l love it, you lose control.

- You lose control, it scares you...
- Switch the engine back on.

- Switch the engine back on!
- No!

Asshole!

Get in the car.

Belfries were supposedly built on
cathedrals so as to be closer to God.

For men to be linked to God.

The truth is that the bishops really

wanted to keep an eye
on their congregation,

they wanted to watch them,

control them.

The Vallee de Joux has disappeared
into the greyness.

- Hello.
- Hello.

l've an appointment
with Mrs Rosa Rouge.

- And your name?
- Francois Robin.

l'll tell her you're here.

Hello, Mr Francois Robin
is at the front desk.

Go through the glass door
and turn right.

Hello.

Don't kid yourself.

She won't give you anything,
but she'll take it all.

She'll give you the brush-off.

Like that.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Let's hurry.
l've a great idea.

- We're not having lunch?
- After.

After what?

Your first radio programme.

You'll see, it's great fun.

What programme is it?

Panoramique .
You'll talk about cinema.

- You'll talk about cinema!
- No, you're also taking part!

- ls it a kind ofjoke?
- No.

You manage to churn out
3000 signs every week,

you'll be able to spit 3 words into
a microphone, it's not difficult.

- Could you go via Chailly, please?
- Yes, Madam.

We are terribly late.

Vincent Dieutre interviewed
by Laurent Guido,

that was in Paris, 3 days ago.

ln Panoramique , let's move on to
the review of this week's releases.

Over to verbal sparring, or at least
that's what we hope to have.

Our 2 in-house specialists have
been joined by you, Rosa Rouge,

hello, of the newspaper L'Epoque
and you've come with...

Francois Robin, Echo
de /a Va//ee de Joux, is that right?

- Where is the Vallee de Joux?
- Don't act the Parisian

lost in the country.
lt's far from Paris.

lt's in the north of canton Vaud,
there's a lot of snow in winter,

and even a small lake
- we'll pass from

the perpetual snow
of this country of wolves

to cinematographic snow:

Mon voyage d'hiver,
a film by Vincent Dieutre.

Rosa Rouge, you're going to talk
to us about this film.

When l hear
Vincent Dieutre's interview,

l tell myself that his discourse
mirrors his cinema,

it's terribly verbose,
it's self-sufficient,

those travellings of the countryside
are endless

even though they're magnificent.

l'd rather go directly
to the mountains, because the snow...

- Or to the Vallee de Joux.
- Or to the Vallee de Joux

rather than having to put up
with this meaningless rambling.

l think he takes himself for
Schubert, we hear a lot of Schubert.

ln the end, he's merely himself.

So we're rather bored. ln any case,
l was rather bored by it.

Paola Winkler,
you're smiling, you're champing.

Yes, l am because
l think that Rosa's

clearly missed
the point of the film.

My first question is:

How do these films come to
the French part of Switzerland?

Exactly,
at last a film by Vincent Dieutre

here in Switzerland.
lt's the first time!

This film is made
for a small minority,

Vincent Dieutre and his friends.

lt's a film shown in the Marais
to a very specific audience.

When you say the Marais,

you're obviously referring
to the gay community?.

lt's a film made
for the community...

lt's cinema!

lf you've missed the point,
you've missed the point.

lt's not really a film,
it's more of a documentary.

So, for the moment,
a very verbose film,

something you are not,
Francois Robin,

we'd like to hear you on this film

Mon voyage d'hiver
by Vincent Dieutre.

What did you think of the film?

Especially as our colleague
liked it.

Francois Robin...

Yes, it's true, l liked it.

Could you elaborate a little?

Well, it's a very...
very surprising film.

On the other hand,
l don't agree with Mister...

- Martin Monod.
- Martin Monod.

l don't think we can call it
a documentary

because it's really well filmed.

Will this really well filmed movie
be shown in the Vallee de Joux?

lt's in the mountains.

lf it's well filmed,
let's hope it'll be well shown.

We hope this film will be well shown
to the cinema-goers

of the Vallee de Joux

who are maybe listening
to the programme Panoramique .

Let's change scenery,
let's move across the Atlantic.

We'll talk about a film you
thoroughly enjoyed, Martin Monod,

it's Martin Scorsese's Aviator.

Francois?

We've spent more than 2'000 francs
on my card this month.

We must be careful!

And you've spent more
than 1 '800 francs

on books and DVDs.
ls that really necessary?.

And the petrol to go to Lausanne,
more than 300 francs.

Will the paper pay for it?

- No.
- What do you mean, no?

lt's for yourjob,
your printer should pay!

The press viewings
are paid by yours truly!

No, Francois, by ours truly!

lf we want to save some money,
you'll have to be careful, otherwise...

Otherwise what?
You'll punish me? ls that it?

You'll cut my pocket money?.

You'll make me stand
in the corner like a pupil?

Don't be ridiculous!
Just be careful.

- Thank you, Miss. Ok, Miss!
- You're disgusting!

What is it you find disgusting?

Does my mouth disgust you?
ls that it?

But when l lick your tits,
you really like it, don't you?

My tongue, doesn't it disgust you?

Stop that immediately,
you're vulgar!

Yes, l am vulgar, Miss,

you're going out
with such a vulgar boy!

That's not good?
ls that bad, Miss?

Shall l copy 1 00 times:
''l mustn't lick the teacher's tits''?

l mustn't lick the teacher's tits,
l mustn't buy DVDs,

l mustn't go to Lausanne
without her leave,

l can't have a life of my own.

- l'm sorry.
- Hush!

Was that you
running naked in the corridor?

l can't find my clothes.

lt's normal, l threw them away.

Away?.

l gave them to the Salvation Army,
for charity.

Really?.

We've done some good this morning.

- And what do l do now?
- We'll buy you new clothes!

When?

lt's funny to see
a Van Gogh in a 3-star hotel.

You usually see them
in 2-star hotels.

ln a 3-star hotel,
it's normally Paul Klee,

Rothko.

When the decoration is vulgar,
Andy Warhol.

Didn't you get spoons or forks?

- No, there're some chopsticks.
- l can't eat with chopsticks.

Should l be moved or mortified?

lt's no big deal. A lot of people
can't eat with chopsticks.

That's why you always find
forks in Chinese restaurants.

ln the Chinese restaurants
of the Vallee de Joux.

Even my nephew, who's 4,
can eat with chopsticks.

lt's not complicated.

Look:

The base doesn't move.

You move the top one, like that,

with enough space for the food,
of course.

- Ok.
- Look.

Mmhhh, it's hot!

Come on, try it!

Hold it tight, that's it!

Shit!

Please don't laugh like an idiot,
lt's unbearable.

l don't like your laugh,
it's horrible.

Look, it's not difficult.

There, like that.

Like that.

lt's easier to learn
when one is motivated, isn't it?

- Stop it! Stop it!
- Does this motivate you?

How ugly a ball is, it's terrible.

What does it weigh?
ln the end, it's like a prawn.

Prawn-ball, ball-prawn...

Slightly heavier than a prawn.

There we are, your ball is as heavy
as a half-bottle from the minibar.

l've drunk you.

- No, not that!
- What do you mean, not that?

l didn't touch it.

Too late, your smell's on it.

So what?

l can't bear having
someone else's odour in my hair,

only my relatives' odour.

Call the hairdresser
across the street!

Make an appointment, now!

- Do it yourself!
- You're kidding, l hope?

l'd like to make an appointment
as soon as possible...

- Now!
- For a shampoo.

- And a brushing.
- And a brushing.

lt's for a lady.

They're fully booked.

Find a way,
make an appointment, now.

Wangle something.

lt's very important,
is there really no way?.

Not before an hour.

And ask for the young man,
the dark one!

No, l won't do that.

Yes, hello, yes,

Rosa Rouge
of the newspaper L'Epoque .

Deborah Winklair told me about you.

ln fact we're doing a small series
on ''Smart and cheap in Lausanne''

and we thought it'd be a good
idea to talk about your salon...

Do you have a moment?
Perfect, l'm on my way.

Yes, and she's also told me about
a dark young man, Eastern,

the Balkans...

Murad, yes, it must be him, thanks.

Nothing's impossible.

l'll have to educate you, young man.

What about my clothes?
l have to go.

- You have to go?
- l have to go.

What's the rush?

You have to go back to the Vallee,
is that it?

Don't be nasty.

Don't disappoint me.

You know what'd please me?

While l'm at the hairdresser's,

why don't you write
a review of yesterday's film?

A sort of gift.

l didn't see it.

''The greatest tribute
one can pay a work of art

''one is supposed to criticise

''is not to read it
so as not to be influenced by it.''

Oscar Wilde.

How many signs?

4000, 5000.

lt's a bit much
for a film produced by a major.

Won't you read it?

l'm not reading the review
of a film l haven't seen.

l've a present for you.

What is it?

- l never wear any.
- l noticed.

But the '80s are over, come on!

See, l'm a nice girl.

You see, l also think of you.

Like that, in some ways
l'll always be on you.

Well, which one do you like best?

l don't know. They're all nice.

You know, l didn't knit them.
You can tell me which you prefer.

This one.

You must be joking.

Yeah, this one, l think...
it's this one.

l've no idea,
l really have no idea.

lt's stupid, isn't it?
lt's like that for everything.

Here, we're looking at pants, but
it's the same for everything else.

l've no taste, no opinion.

l don't know what's nice,
what's not nice,

l don't know what's intelligent,
what's unintelligent.

l need help,
like those who read L'Epoque,

l need to be told what to think.

By the way, as you're a critic,

l need your opinion:

Am l a good fuck, yes or no?

How do you rate me,
one star, two stars, three stars...

mediocre, sucks,

come on, tell me,
do what you're good at,

criticize!

Well, l'm off.

- l'm meeting Janusz.
- Who's Janusz?

Janusz, Janusz Sobinski, my fiance.

You don't know
who Janusz Sobinski is?

Don't you read any newspapers?

Don't you listen to the radio?

The press, you know?

Come on... you saw him
the other day where l work.

Actually, l prefer you
without any pants on.

Tell me,

could you pay the guy
at the hotel's reception?

l can't talk to him.

He's too horrible.

Do you understand?

- And my clothes?
- Behind the minibar.

So, you didn't do a good deed?

- What?
- So, you didn't do a good deed?

You didn't give them to a charity?.

l don't know either
what's good or what's bad.

The secret is
not to complicate what is simple.

Sit down, Francois.

Look, here's the problem:

Edith came to see me at the press.

She had with her a few copies

of a magazine called Trave//ing
which she reads regularly.

You read Trave//ing regularly,
Edith?

You know this magazine,
Francois, don't you?

Yes, l know this magazine.

lt's unfortunate,
because most of your reviews...

No, all his reviews, Christian!

The reviews you give us
to publish in L'Echo de /a Va//ee

are exactly word for word the same
as those we find in this magazine.

l hope it's a coincidence.

No?

lmagine if someone from
Training was to read your reviews.

- Trave//ing.
- Let me speak.

lmagine they read your reviews
and accused us of plagiarism...

because that's what it is, Francois,
plagiarism.

lt's theft, a criminal offence.

And with one edition
per week during 4 months,

if l am sued, l'm finished,
l can close my press.

Can l go now?

You're young, Francois,
we don't want to ruin your future.

But we don't want to see you
ever again.

Ok?

Here's the car key.

ln any case, it's in your name.

Those copied reviews, is it true?

Who told you about it?

lt's a small place,
everything gets around.

ls it true?

Who is it?

Nymeier, he's here for two days.

You know, l don't care, even if it's
true, it doesn't make any difference.

That's exactly the problem.

l called my friend Bovet
at Neuchatel University.

He told me your essay on Guillaume
de Marchaut was remarkable.

- Thank you, Sir.
- Call me Nicolas.

You're a member of the family now.

Ah, the family...

We're a big family,
with its fights for power,

its treacheries, its pettiness...

l totally trust my daughter
when it comes to hiring new staff.

However, Francois,
you'll have to take the load off her,

- even if she refuses.
- Dad!

She doesn't want any maternity leave!
She's not reasonable.

l don't want to be a fat whale
lying on a couch all day long.

l want little Witold to spend
time with his mummy.

lt's not because Janusz
wants him to be called Witold

that he'll be called Witold.

You see,
she's starting to talk rubbish.

Francois, l'm asking you to take
the load off her back, ok?

All right, Nicolas!

You see, from here
l can see all my readers.

l booked a seat for you at 6 pm.

So you'll be back before tonight.

- Don't l have any choice?
- No, you don't have any choice.

Shall l wait for you at the hotel?

l have to hand in my article
on Bulle Ogier tomorrow morning.

Don't be ridiculous.

You know, Rosa,
l think l like you less and less.

That's good.

Even though you're getting prettier.

That because you like me
less and less.

You're starting to see me as l am.

Well, see you tonight!

The idea is to write
a portrait of you

by looking back on your career.

ln fact, the portrait would be
a fringe of the current...

retrospective of your work.

And also...

l think that we may...

also see...

You have no hope of having seen
this woman enter here since...

1 97 1 .

Were you even born in 1 97 1 ?

Sorry, Madam, l hadn't seen you.

Francois Robin,
from L'Epoque in Lausanne.

Hello, Francois from Lausanne.

So, first of all, thank you
for having accepted this interview.

There, the idea is to make
a portrait of you

which will be published
in our newspaper

on the fringe of the retrospective
held at the Swiss Cinematheque

by focusing on a few major films.

Do you smoke, Francois?

l do.

But it's forbidden here.

So what?

Let's try
and wait to see what happens.

Don't you think?

How much time do you have,
Francois Robin?

As much as l want,
l don't have a return ticket.

l didn't smoke before
it was banned.

But now, there's much more pleasure
in disobeying

than in the nicotine itself.

Don't you think so?

Shall we get started?

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