Gigi
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- 1958
- 115 min
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Bonjour, monsieur.
Bonjour, madame...and company.
Good afternoon.
As you see, this lovely city
all around us is Paris.
And this lovely park is, of course,
the Bois de Boulogne.
Pardon me.
Who am l?
Well, allow me to introduce myself.
l am Honor Lachaille.
Born:
Paris.Date:
Not lately.
This is 1 900.
So let's just say. . .
. . .not in this century.
Circumstances:
Comfortable.
Profession:
Lover and collector
of beautiful things.
Not antiques, mind you.
Younger things.
Yes, definitely younger.
Married?
What for?
Now, please don't misunderstand.
Like everywhere else,
most people in Paris get married.
But not all.
There are some who will not marry
and some who do not marry.
But here in Paris,
those who will not are usually men. . .
. . .and those who do not
are usually women.
Now, for example,
here we find exhibit A:
The married kind.
These ladies stood their ground
And won
Here are some others to behold
For whom the bells have never tolled
Oh, what a poor, defenseless pair
In those pathetic rags they wear
And there is the future.
Someday, each and every one of them. . .
. . .will either be married. . .
. . .or unmarried.
How adorable they are!
Each time I see a little girl
Of 5 or 6 or 7
I can 't resist the joyous urge
For little girls
For little girls
They grow up
In the most delightful way
Those little eyes
So helpless and appealing
One day will flash and send you
Crashing through the ceiling
Thank heaven for them all
No matter where
No matter who
Without them
Thank heaven
Thank heaven
Thank heaven
For little girls
This story is about a little girl.
lt could be any one of those girls
playing there. But it isn't.
lt's about one in particular.
That one.
Her name is Gigi.
Gigi!
What you have to look forward to!
Those little eyes
So helpless and appealing
One day will flash and send you
Crashing through the ceiling
Thank heaven
For little girls
Thank heaven for them all
No matter where
No matter who
Without them
Thank heaven
Thank heaven
Thank heaven
For little girls!
Hello, Grandmama.
Gigi, where have you been?
Playing in the park.
l had to, Grandmama.
My foot fell asleep in class.
lt wouldn't wake up.
Did you forget what day it is?
lt's Tuesday.
Aunt Alicia!
Well, l'd better run.
You cannot go to your Aunt Alicia's
looking like that.
Put your coat on.
Let me comb your hair.
Yes, Grandmama.
l hate this coat.
lt makes my legs feel so long.
Yes, your legs are long.
You know. . .
. . .sometimes l'm sorry
But l want to, Grandmama.
Why don't you let me take lessons?
No. Not the same mistake twice.
Your mother took singing lessons,
Slaving away at the Opra-Comique
in ridiculous little roles.
-She seems happy.
-Happy!
l went to see her one night.
l couldn't even find her.
ln the first act. . .
. . .she was behind a tree.
ln the second act. . .
. . .behind a tenor.
Mama's awake.
lsn't it early?
She's on this afternoon.
If I Were King.
That's more than she does
in the whole opera.
And when l think of
that delightful old gentleman. . .
. . .with all those flour mills.
Who?
Nothing.
You go to school every morning.
You see your Aunt Alicia once a week.
That's all the lessons you need.
When the time comes,
you'll be ready.
Ready for what, Grandmama?
Enough. Now run.
-Goodbye, Grandmama.
-Goodbye, Gigi.
--more powerful, monsieur.
Sixty kilometers an hour!
There's nothing faster on the road,
monsieur. Not here or in America.
Your uncle is here, monsieur.
Of course, the smaller is
a first-rate machine, monsieur.
Naturally, the larger one
is more expensive.
l'd be happy to
demonstrate both.
l beg your pardon, Monsieur Gaston.
Your father wanted me to ask you. . .
. . .did you, by any chance, buy the
Paris-Lyon-Mditerrane Railroad?
The Paris-Lyon-Md--?
Yes, yes, l did.
According to this morning's
opening at la Bourse...
. . .it's gone up 1 2 points.
l thought it would.
Monsieur Lachaille, about the car.
Send it over in the morning
with the bill.
Yes, monsieur. Thank you.
But which one?
My dear fellow, l don't care.
Either one.
l'm sorry l kept you waiting, Uncle.
Why didn't you come upstairs?
l was afraid l'd meet
my brother and sister-in-law.
-You would have.
-l have to tell you. . .
. . .your parents bore me to death.
-Me too.
-But l've known them longer. . .
. . .so they've been boring me longer.
After you.
Your father is actually quite unique.
He was a bore at the age of 5.
All he has to say is, ''Hello,''
and l can barely keep my eyes open.
Armenonville.
l waited for you at the embassy
last Sunday. What happened?
The thought of another embassy tea
paralyzed me.
lnstead, l had tea with an old friend
Madame Alvarez.
-Madame Alvarez?
-Yes, you know her.
Or knew her once, didn't you?
-Does she say l did?
Then l suppose l did.
lt's the one place in Paris
where l can go and relax.
Whose luncheon are you
taking me to today?
Henri Trouvre.
We have to go.
l'm meeting a heavenly creature there.
You're still young, Uncle, aren't you?
Not compared to her.
But l must say,
l am compared to you.
Maybe it's the women you go with.
How old is Liane?
About 30.
That may be it.
Youth is the thing, Gaston.
Youth!
Stay close to the young. . .
. . .and a little rubs off.
l'm bored.
Bored?
Look at all the captivating
Fascinating things there are to do
Name two
Look at all the pleasures
All the myriad of treasures
We have got
Like what?
Look at Paris in the spring
When each solitary thing
Is more beautiful than ever before
You can hear every tree
Almost saying, ''Look at me!''
-What color are the trees?
-Green!
-What color were they last year?
-Green!
-And next year?
-Green!
It's a bore
Don 't you marvel at the power
Knowing there it will remain evermore
Climbing up to the sky
Over 90 stories high
-How many stories?
-Ninety!
-How many yesterday?
-Ninety!
-And tomorrow?
-Ninety!
It's a bore!
The river Seine
All it can do is flow
But think of wine
It's red or white
-But think of girls
-It's either yes or no
And if it's no or if it's yes
It simply couldn 't matter less
But think of a race
With your horse in seventh place
Then he suddenly begins
And he catches up and wins
With a roar!
It's a bore!
Life is thrilling as can be
Simply not my cup of tea
It's a gay, romantic fling
If you like that sort of thing
-It's intriguing
-It's fatiguing
It's a game
It's the same dull world
Wherever you go
Whatever place you are at
The Earth is round
But everything on it is flat
Don 't tell me
Venice has no lure
Just a town without a sewer
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