#french

For you, it's a silent movie. For us, it's a talking movie because we had lines on set. There's a lot of noise on set and music. We spoke in English, in French, in gibberish, but it was very alive. The challenge was tap dancing. ↗

— Jean Dujardin

#because #challenge #dancing #english #french

This is a universal, unique movie, it has potential to cross barriers. But we never thought about that on set, when we were doing the film. We knew that in making a silent movie, we were doing something a little bit under the wire, a bit interdit. It's a pastiche, but for the French taste, you would have thought. ↗

— Jean Dujardin

#barriers #bit #cross #doing #film

French is, in many ways, more difficult for an English-speaking person to sing. It is so full of complex and trying vowels. It requires the utmost subtlety. ↗

— Alma Gluck

#difficult #english-speaking #french #full #many

I pity the French Cinema because it has no money. I pity the American Cinema because it has no ideas. ↗

— Jean-Luc Godard

#american cinema #because #cinema #french #i

I'm French, so I'm quite lazy about exercising, and I smoke. But I do love going for a run in the morning with my dog. That's all. ↗

— Eva Green

#about #dog #exercising #french #going

But I don't think of myself as a foreigner or a Frenchman! I just think of myself as a director. Whether I'm French or Australian or whatever, it's really not important. ↗

— Michel Hazanavicius

#director #foreigner #french #frenchman #i

Rien ne va arrêter ma quête pour te trouver" No one will stop my quest to find you. ↗

— Susane Colasanti

#french #hope #love #quest #love

I grew up in France, my first language was French, and I tend to gravitate towards French cooking. ↗

— Robert Stack

#first #france #french #gravitate #grew

Cuisine is a universal and mixed-race love marriage, in which man sublimates a place and a culture. ↗

— Marc Veyrat

#love

Oh my. He's English. "Er. Does Mer live here?" Seriously, I don't know any American girl who can resist an English accent. The boy clears his throat. "Meredith Chevalier? Tall girl? Big, curly hair?" Then he looks at me like I'm crazy or half deaf, like my Nana Oliphant. Nanna just smiles and shakes her head whenever I ask, "What kind of salad dressing would you like?" or "Where did you put Granddad's false teeth?" "I'm sorry." He takes the smallest step away from me. "You were going to bed." "Yes! Meredith lives here. I've just spent two hours with her." I announce this proudly like my little brother, Seany, whenever he finds something disgusting in the yard. "I'm Anna! I'm new here!" Oh, [Gosh]. What. Is with. The scary enthusiasm? My cheeks catch fire, and it's all so humiliating. The beautiful boy gives an amused grin. His teeth are lovely - straight on top and crooked on the bottom, with a touch of overbite. I'm a sucker for smiles like this, due to my own lack of orthodontia. I have a gap between my front teeth the size of a raisin. "Étienne," he says. "I live one floor up." "I live here." I point dumbly at my room while my mind whirs: French name, English accent, American school. Anna confused. He raps twice on Meredith's door. "Well. I'll see you around then, Anna." Eh-t-yen says my name like this: Ah-na. ↗

— Stephanie Perkins

#beauty