All the Oscar talk about this year's Best Foreign Film, Amour, has me thinking about the many French films I watched during my yearlong experiment of importing certain French parenting lessons to use on my two daughters.
Who better to play a delicate bull than Depardieu? In middle age, he is approaching the girth of late-life Brando or Welles; yet he's lost none of his vitality.
Whether or not you personally love their work, it is difficult to dismiss the impact of the French New Wave. To reinforce this strongly held position, here is a pungent mix of Truffaut, Godard and Rohmer.