Au Revoir les Enfants
- PG
- Year:
- 1987
- 104 min
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Julien, don't start this again.
Be reasonable.
Its naughty to cry.
You promised.
I'm not crying.
Really.
I'll see you in three weeks,
and you'll be home for mardi gras.
Time will fly.
Why do you say that?
You know it won't.
Dad and I will write often.
I don't give a damn about Dad,
and I hate you.
Hi, Julien.
Hello, children.
You want to be with your friends.
Yeah, right.
I can't stand that idiot.
Still smooching?
A bright boy like you
mustn't miss the train.
- Franois, I forbid you to smoke.
- Its only corn silk.
- So?
- It doesn't count.
Bye, Mom.
Be good.
All aboard!
Go on now.
You think I like this?
I miss you every moment.
I'd like to dress up
as a boy and join you.
I'd see you at school every day.
Itd be our secret.
You know I can't keep you
in Paris with me.
Written and Directed by
LOUIS MALLE:
- Did you have a good vacation, Julien?
- Yes, Father.
- Your parents are well?
- Yes, Father.
- Whatd you get for Christmas?
- Books.
Just books?
Thats lousy.
CARMELITE CONVEN
Have you ever read Verne?
Just 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea.
Laviron, did you put
your things away?
Ach! Black market, Mr. Quentin.
I arrest you.
Your jam ist konfizkated!
Let me go!
Quentin, stop it.
Next time I'll smash your face in.
I swiped it from my brother.
She's a real dish.
She's got no tits.
Look out! Monkeys!
Good evening, Father.
- Is this bed free?
- Yes. D'Eparville has whooping cough.
Take this one.
Children, this is Jean Bonnet,
your new schoolmate.
Mr. Moreau, find him a locker.
- Good night, children.
- Good night, Father.
- Hey, Bonnet!
- Where's your Easter bonnet?
Thats enough!
Leave him alone!
I'll show you your locker.
Take this one.
Go get your things.
Whats your name?
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.
Shut up and get to bed.
Its just a blackout.
My name's Julien Quentin.
Mess with me and you'll be sorry.
Babinot, vacation's over.
Good night, everyone.
Cut it out!
Hey, thats my place.
- Whats today?
- French lit and religion.
- No hot water?
- No. We're not sissies here.
"Verily I say unto you,
unless you eat the flesh
of the Son of Man and drink his blood,
you have no life in you. "
Father, give me a hand.
"Whoever eats my flesh
and drinks my blood has eternal life.
For my flesh is food indeed,
and my blood is drink indeed. "
We starve and freeze,
yet we fast for communion.
What a place.
- You're taking communion?
- I'm no ass-kisser like you.
"Star of the sea,
here lies the heavy sheet
The deep swell,
the ocean of wheat
The turbulent spume
and our full granaries
Here, your eyes
on this immense cope
Here your voice
on this weighty plain
Our absent friends,
depopulated hearts
Here, the stretch
of our shattered fists
Our weariness and our full force -"
Quentin, you're ready
for the Comdie-Franaise.
Can you tell us
who Charles Peguy was?
He was killed
in the First World War.
You're starting at the end
of the story.
His mother mended chairs.
Stop laughing like idiots.
Peguy's mother was a good woman.
What about you, Bonnot?
You know anything about Peguy?
No, sir.
And my name's Bonnet.
As in Easter bonnet!
Very funny, Babinot.
To get back in the swing
after vacation,
write an essay
on the first two verses.
You have half an hour.
I'd like to confess.
- Are you nuts?
- It doesn't even hurt.
Quentin, take it easy!
Careful, children.
Take that, Negus.
This'll warm him up.
I'm Bayard, the fearless knight.
Love live France!
Playing rough, Quentin?
Bastard!
En garde, Laviron!
Coward, traitor, villain!
I'm Negus, the Black Knight,
protector of widows and orphans.
Get back, Moor!
I'm Richard the Lionhearted.
I'll drive you from Jerusalem,
infidel Saracen.
Son of a b*tch.
Allah is God
and Mohammed is his prophet.
Tremble, my friend.
Lion heart, flea brain,
pig face, cow turd.
Go, Negus.
Is that his real name?
What do you think?
He looks nasty.
You know him?
Thats Lafarge, my best friend.
Death to the Saracens!
Well done!
Playtime's over.
Back to class.
Babinot, hurry up.
It doesn't even hurt.
Hold still while I put on a bandage.
You boys will kill yourselves
on those stilts.
Someone'll break a leg one day.
Hey, we said 45.
The richer they are,
the more they steal.
Joseph, what are you up to?
Back to your potatoes.
There, all better.
You drink too much, Mrs. Perrin.
Quiet, brat! Nothing wrong
with a drop of the good stuff.
- Got any stamps?
- I'm not trading with you guys anymore.
I've got some jam.
After lunch.
The doctor's wife loves your jam.
It puts her in the mood.
Know what I mean?
Pass the basket.
Now there's straw in the bread!
- What can he do?
- Complain.
I remind those
who've received food from home
to share with their fellow students.
You want some salami?
I'm warning you - its horsemeat.
I have to eat. I'm anemic.
What about us?
Didn't you hear Father Jean?
There's not enough for everyone.
Let your folks feed you.
There's one piece left.
- You take it.
- Thanks. You're a pal.
Today, St. Simeon Stylites.
"St. Simeon was 13
and tending his father's sheep
when he heard this verse
from the Bible:
"Woe unto you who laugh now,
for the day shall come
when you shall weep. '
He left home to become a hermit
and lived 30 years atop a column.
He stood upright, without shelter,
absorbed in almost
continuous prayer.
Vitamin crackers.
Here. Itll taste better now.
- I've got two.
- Thanks. I'm not hungry anymore.
That guy gets on my nerves.
- There's little Joseph now.
- You got the jam?
Stop it!
These are my clean pants!
Joseph's in love, boys.
Your girlfriend looks like a slut.
How about your sister?
Whats she look like?
- Is the teacher tough?
- No, he's nice.
- Have you had him?
- Yes. He was amazed at my Latin.
- They'll be ready to eat in three months.
- Sure, for Parents' Day.
So parents will say,
"You eat so well here!"
Lets see the stamps.
A 15-centime Madagascar.
The guy said its real rare.
Somewhat rare.
I think I'll keep my jam.
The grub here is lousy.
You're a real Jew.
So, you're in love?
Don't joke around. Its serious.
Could you spare 50 francs?
Women cost a bundle.
You'll find out.
No, I won't.
Besides, you're rich.
On what they pay me here?
I'm broke. Ask Franois.
Ciron, put some wood in the stove.
Its freezing in here.
No need to play the fool.
Who can prove that the sum
of the two opposite sides AB plus CD
equals the sum
of the other two sides?
The new boy.
- His name's Easter Bonnet, sir.
- Knock it off.
We know that tangents of a circle
from a given point are equal.
Therefore A equals a,
B equals b...
You think?
Turns your brain to mush,
but he doesn't have a lot to lose.
Right. Very good.
- Everyone understand?
- Yes, sir.
Great! An air raid!
We'll go down to the shelter.
But class isn't over.
Bring your books.
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