Courbevoie (France), 1971. Julien Bouin, a former typographist, and his wife Clemence, who used to perform in a circus, hardly talk to each other in their small house, soon to be demolished...
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Courbevoie (France), 1971. Julien Bouin, a former typographist, and his wife Clemence, who used to perform in a circus, hardly talk to each other in their small house, soon to be demolished. His cat Greffier being the only one he still gives affection to, he becomes the object of Clemence's anger.Written by
Vincent Merlaud <email@example.com>
Annie Cordy keep a good memory of the shooting : "Gabin was great. Between scenes, we talked about food, because that's important for him, and cycling. But what was amazing is that, I wasn't in any scenes with Simone Signoret but she came one day telling me she wanted to be there to welcome me on the shooting. She was fantastic." See more »
Just after the credits (3:30) and just before the end credits (71:21) we see twice the same scene. A stretcher is pushed through an hospital emergency entrance.
The first time, a nurse comes from the right while the stretcher is in the middle of a corridor. She asks an unknown person 'Bouin, ça s'écrit comment ?' answered by 'as you say it B O U I N'. (How do you spell BOUIN).
The second time, the stretcher goes all the way to the back, and turn (and Gabin's face is covered, signaling his death) before the nurse appears, and she says this time 'Julien Bouin, ça s'écrit comment ? See more »
When the young lust faded, the sexual appealing disappeared day by day, day after day, facial features sagged, legs turned weak even limping started mysteriously, all the joints hurts, wrinkles all over the face, the neck skin loosened, flipped and flopped like a turkey, arms and thighs muscles shrunk and dingling like hollow balloons without air, hairs lost and dropped everywhere, teeth ached and gum disease deteriorating, eyesights became fuzzy and blurry. A couple lived together over 50 years, what else would be used as an interesting conversation? Communication with what? Without sex, life simply lost the maintaining power to go on. Sex desires distinguished by enlarged prostate, tunnel dried up after menopause. If windows not opened every morning, bedroom smelled like death, not just old fart smelly odor. Cat or no cat, that's not the excuse. Everyday to old farts is nothing but unbearable torture. Heart attack is welcome since it just happens without premotion, drop dead right on the spot is actually a blessing. Swallow sleeping pills is another way out, just gulp them down with enough tap water or bottled water. When you become old enough, awaiting death is an impatient yearning like buying lottery, you never know when you hit the jackpot to bow out.
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