Jean Yanne

Jean Yanne

  • Born: 1933-7-18
  • Height: 5' 8" (1.73 m)
  • Extended Reading
    • Randy 2022-03-24 09:03:20

      The director has given up treatment~

      A rare viewing experience. The first 30 minutes are interesting, the irritable traffic jam scene is exaggerated and then presented in a long shot of 7 minutes, it becomes very interesting and makes the audience very cool; the next 30 minutes is absurd and even religious. ; The two tried their best...

    • Janae 2022-01-18 08:01:28

      Because I don't understand it, it's great

      The teacher in the film class asked to watch it, so I watched it. Regardless, I still watched it.
      At the beginning, it was boring dialogue, slapstick, French movies, English subtitles, and the actors spoke very quickly, which made me a little bit unable to keep up, but I gradually got used to it. I...

    • Jamil 2022-04-21 09:03:04

      Godard always finds beautiful women

    • Rickey 2022-04-19 09:02:43

      On the vanguard, I really have to obey Godard. Sixty years later, it is still so sharp. The ridicule of the bourgeoisie runs through the whole. The heroine's oral 3P and long shots of traffic jams are very impressive. But there is no doubt that the revolution has become the main theme, and the idea of ​​breaking the concept of class and race should be the ideal it wants to convey.

    Weekend quotes

    • Joseph Balsamo: Anything you wish, if you'll take me to London.

      Roland: A big Mercedes sports car?

      Joseph Balsamo: Yes.

      Corinne: An Yves St Laurent evening dress?

      Joseph Balsamo: Yes.

      Roland: A Miami Beach hotel.

      Corinne: Make me a blonde, a natural blonde.

      Roland: A squadron of Mirage IVs, like the yids used to trash the wogs.

      Corinne: A weekend with James Bond.

      Joseph Balsamo: Is that all you want? You creeps, I'll give you nothing.

    • Emily Bronte: Poor pebble. Ignored by architecture, sculpture, mosaic and jewelry. It dates from the beginning of the planet, perhaps from another star. Warped by space, like the stigmata of its terrible fall. It predates man. And man has not embodied it in his art or industry. He did not manufacture it and thus decide its place. The pebble perpetuates nothing more than its own memory.