Jacquot de Nantes Page #6

Mountain-climbing's great.

The mountain can wait.

You must see Beauty and the Beast.

- Think so?

- You bet.

If you do, I'll go again with you.

You accept me if I draw,

but you never let me in your attic.

That's normal.

Demy, come tell us what to see.

He always knows.

We must see...

Duvivier's Untel Pre et Fils.

It's good.

I've seen Caprice

with Danile Darrieux.

We know what you think of her.

Let's see.

Edith Piaf.

I adore her.

She sings really well.

I'm making a film in my attic.

A bag snatcher escaping

over the roofs of Paris.

It's called "Attaque Nocturne".

I'll be tied up for months.

Four seasons had passed,

or a number, anyway...

Between fitting and welding,

Jacquot's French teacher

introduced him to classical music.

He bought a copy of this record,

but remained faithful to the waltzes

which suited 'Attaque Nocturne".

Jacquot had grown.

He had changed.

When he came down for meals,

he didn't say much,

which worried his mother.

All right, Yvon, Jacquot's here.

When his father

came up for a new tire,

he never looked at

the cardboard city his son lived in.

Yvon had become a sportsman.

Jacquot visited his grandmother

and went to the cinema a lot...

or walked towards the port.

He was pulling at his moorings.

Jacquot was becoming Jacques.

He still complained about the tech.

I hated that technical school.

Thumping my sheet metal

felt like hitting my father,

or letting off steam.

I had to get out of there,

find a solution.

While I made a mortise and tenon,

I was thinking of Hollywood.

Where's this going?

Round the client's neck?

Start again.

Fitting a tire

without the inner tube!

Hang on, I'll give you a hand.

It's not a champagne omelette.

What were you thinking of?

Hollywood, of course!

Some mechanic...

Rita has a terrific figure.

She was a G.I. Mascot.

They had her everywhere,

even on that awful Hiroshima bomb.

- You believe that?

- Yes, Rita was the bombshell.

We'll screen this film.

You'll see.

It's ages since I saw it,

it may be no good.

Let's take a look all the same.

- Can I switch it on?

- Wait...

This way, please.

I like the title:

"Le Port de I'Angoisse".

That's the French title.

Remember the scene where

Bogart picks his passengers up.

Yes, that's "day for night".

It was shot in daylight.

- And the moonlight?

- There isn't any.

It's the sun's reflection

through a red filter.

To shoot moonlight,

you need sunshine as backlighting

with, say, a reflection on water,

a shiny surface of some kind.

You need to have a precise angle

between the camera,

the backlit characters

and the sun.

How do you know?

I learnt it.

That dress is too tight.

At least they can see!

It's nothing to be proud of.

What do I say to people?

Who to? Friends, neighbours?

It's none of their business.

You never tell me anything.

Make it up.

Say I'm getting married.

- A good idea.

- Then I'll go find me a husband.

- What a business.

- As you can see.

What are you going to do?

Me, nothing,

but my mother wants me married.

Who with?

I don't know.

I don't know anyone who wants to

and you're far too young.

Coming out?

I hate carnivals.

I'm going back upstairs.

Are you going?

I'm going with my chums

to see Mr Obligi.

He films for the news.

- You say that, then go dancing.

- No, I don't.

Come back

for my baby's christening!

I'll just take a look...

What's your name?

Josiane

How silly these people are!

I hate carnival time.

Don't be so bitter, darling.

Look how big you are.

You carry it in front.

It'll be a boy, or twins.

No, everything's fine.

I'm sick of operetta.

You see it all from one place.

At the movies, your eye moves.

You can see faces and details.

It's better.

Papa!

Papa, quick!

My drawing teacher...

Hang on.

I told you, remember?

The one who likes me.

Let me finish.

I asked him to drop by.

He's with Mama.

Come talk to him.

It's not very reasonable

to think about the cinema.

He tinkers in the attic.

I've seen bits.

He's gifted.

No doubt,

but the cinema is another world.

Many are called,

few chosen.

I advise you to rid him

of his illusions.

- Has he gone?

- He was in a hurry.

Coffee, Raymond?

- Didn't he say anything?

- Not really.

Do you want coffee, or cocoa?

Why did he come then?

Come inside.

There's no love, Hlne.

Only proof of love.

If life's mysteries

add up to nothing

Don't think, don't think

about it too much.

Why does the rain come from above?

Don't think, don't think

about it too much.

Why does the moon

have an influence

On the tides of the Seven Seas?

Why do peacocks go "Lee-oo"

while c*cks "Cockle-doo-doo"?

Don't think, don't think

about it too much.

Everything O. K?

- Yes, fine.

- What's this setup?

Roller-skating on the set?

To do voluptuous crane shots,

I had fixed the camera

on a roller skate.

I had a sort of sloping incline,

all marked out in millimetres

and centimetres.

I moved it down,

shot a frame,

moved it lower

and shot another.

Then I had to move my little man.

You make him come down the steps

and I'll move the camera down,

frame by frame.

We're trying it out speeded up.

I should finish up in close-up

on the thief

hiding down the manhole.

It ought to work,

except when it comes to it...

It required great patience,

but I had always had that.

Coming...

You're always the first.

- We don't see each other much.

- I don't have time.

You have to finish your film...

It's slowed up

since we've been going out.

You do look like

Franoise Christophe.

I think you're very pretty.

It's good.

Last night was fun.

At last you're happy.

You're learning a trade.

You're doing well at tech.

You do your film. You're calm.

Everything's fine.

I'm calm but I'm not happy.

You understand nothing!

I've no choice.

Look how calm I am!

Manual workers

only receive a primary education,

but know all about their trade.

Manual workers are generally strong

with well-developed bodies.

Secondly, intellectual workers,

bureaucrats for example,

need exercise after work.

Intellectuals are not as strong

as manual workers.

To conclude,

the manual worker

and the intellectual worker

are totally different

from each other.

Write it down.

MAN'S PRIDE

IS WORK WELL DO NE

I feel as flat as my little men.

Now I've done my film,

I'm at a loose end.

I was happy making it,

sure of myself.

Now, there's only the tech,

the final exam in 2 or 3 months

and then...

I'm not even angry any more.

That's what's scary.

You're tired. It'll pass.

What I've seen of your film is ace.

That's what you say.

Only you come up here.

Your "Bag Snatcher" is good.

It's not "Bag Snatcher".

It's "Nocturnal Attack".

I said I had to make films

as I was sick

to death of the garage.

He kindly told me I should go see

Fernand Jean at the Apollo,

to find out what he thought.

Remain confident.

I'll talk to Fernand Jean.

So I went to the Apollo cinema

with my projector

and showed the film

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