An old thunderstorm rumbles in my head. A thunderstorm born 25 years ago. A storm at times distant, almost forgotten. A thunderstorm often deafening. Literature assured me men existed for a long time. Music taught me their melancholy preceded them. Painting whispered to me that screams can be silent. The trade of men, very fast, seemed to me vague and vain.
Valérie Massadian
Director
Le Testament d'Orphée76%
Dead Poets Society82%
Elvis74%
Valentino58%
La Maison assassinée66%
Queen of the Ring67%
Mahler68%
Marty Supreme73%
Bull Durham66%
The Best of Me74%
James Dean67%
Mo' Better Blues64%
Cold Meat64%
All of You63%
Radio Days70%
Shout58%
The Notebook79%
Rookie of the Year61%
Some Came Running70%
Around the Bend59%
