Un bon film francais

I love a good French film: subtitles, no soundtrack to speak of,
scenes ending suddenly in the middle of conversation.
It feels like a glimpse into real life, rather than a story staged,
captured with a lens. There will be odd shots of nature – a flower
or the sky – and random narration over a black screen, and
if there is nudity, you will have an equal chance of seeing his penis,
not just her breasts, which of course is only fair,
because women’s breasts seem to pop up for no good reason
in most movies. A good French film lingers in the mind –
I have questions, I have opinions – unlike so many movies
which roll with the credits off the screen and disappear forever.
A good French film ends before I am completely satisfied,
wanting more.

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