Summer of Film #17 of 100
Paris in the ‘60s. I wasn’t born yet in the ‘60s and so I surely wasn’t in Paris then. Neither do I know anyone who was. And yet, I know exactly how it was. The Patricia Franchini wore a yellow t-shirt as she sold the New York Herald Tribune. In a small apartment, another American, Paul was having his last tango in Paris. In another apartment three teenagers thought their ideas of truth, beauty, sex, love and cinema could change the world and maybe they did. Further down the street a lady named Irma La Douce has an ex-cop in love with her, but that seems to be going nowhere.
Probably on the same street, Rue Bleue, lives a boy named Moses, Momo to his friends. He doesn’t live alone, but he might as well, since his mother left when he was young and his father comes home late in the evening only to complain about the food Momo has cooked. But none of this seems to bother him much; probably because he is sixteen and the prostitutes who line up across the street and the pretty girl next door interest him more. Read More »