Un Homme et Une Femme

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A Man and A Woman

received...

...THE GRAND PRIZE - 20th Anniversary

International Film Festival, Cannes 1966...

...GRAND PRIZE of the

International Catholic Office of Cinema...

...and THE GRAND PRIZE of the

Superior Technical Film Commission...

...for Best Cinematography.

So the little girl started

to undress.

She got into her granny's bed.

The little girl was puzzled,

because her granny was acting funny.

Then she said:

"Oh, Grandma,

what big eyes you've got!"

And the granny said,

"All the better to see you with."

"Oh, Grandma,

what a long nose you've got!"

"All the better to smell you with!"

Then she said, "Oh, Grandma,

what long teeth you've got!"

"So much the better

to gobble you up with!"

And she gobbled her up!

- Did you like that story?

- No.

Why not?

It's sad.

What story would you like now?

Blue Beard.

Blue Beard?

Let's see.

Once upon a time...

A Man and A Woman

Antoine!

Pull up the top, please.

To the golf course.

No, to the go-carts.

No, the harbor.

No, to the golf course.

On second thought,

let's go to the go-carts.

You hurt me.

Did I? I'm sorry if I did!

- When I took your hand off the wheel?

- Yes.

I'm sorry.

- You've lost weight. Why's that?

- I don't know.

Don't you eat at school?

Don't you like the food?

Do you want some chocolate?

No, I want a cake.

A cake?

I don't know if we'll find

a bakery around here.

What sort of cake do you want?

Look what I've done now!

It's funny, isn't it?

These boots are nice.

- You want a pair like these?

- No, I want a cake.

You want a cake.

Hurry! Otherwise, I'll miss my train!

See you Sunday, darling.

Don't get cold.

Hurry, go inside, quick!

Go on! Bye. See you Sunday.

Come on, children!

We're in the middle of December,

and you drive with the top down.

It's not me. It's Antoine.

Blame Antoine!

Come and have supper, darling.

- There you are!

- Can I eat now?

Yes, darling. Come on.

Come on, Antoine.

I promise you that if you're good all

week, next Sunday we'll go boating.

No, tomorrow! Tomorrow!

Tomorrow, you work. Next Sunday!

Go and have supper.

There, now.

You spoil him, you know.

It's only once a week.

But he doesn't work very hard.

He's lazy.

Intelligent, but lazy.

He takes after me.

What are you going to do about it?

Antoine's been in your care

for two years. You've done wonders.

I'm certain you'll be able to do

even better.

In two years,

we haven't talked seriously.

I cannot talk seriously

to a pretty woman.

Be careful.

It's foggy this evening.

- Maybe the roads are icy.

- Ice?

There you are!

Do you often miss trains?

Yes.

I'm not very punctual.

Do you always manage to get a lift?

No.

I sleep in Deauville.

She doesn't work too well.

I see. She's intelligent, but lazy.

Who told you that?

What's her name?

Franoise.

Him?

Antoine.

Antoine.

That's nice.

Do you go regularly to the school?

Well, I come every weekend

when I'm not working.

You?

I come every Saturday.

And Sunday too, sometimes.

May I?

Why, sure.

You mustn't laugh.

These songs made people cry in 1914.

Are you married?

You?

You don't look married.

What does a married man look like?

What does your husband do?

Gunfight!

Do you mean he's an actor?

Well, not quite.

He's more than an actor.

Funny job that, stuntman.

How does one meet a stuntman?

In a gully?

In Texas?

On a burning plane?

Am I close?

No.

I give up.

Your story is like a soap opera.

Except for the stuntman,

it's not original.

I don't claim to be original.

You meet someone, marry, have a baby.

It happens all the time.

What can be original

is the man you love.

Your husband must be original.

For me, he is.

He's so fascinating, so exclusive!

A man of great integrity.

He's passionate about things...

...about people, ideas.

About countries...

He sounds like God.

For me, maybe.

For instance, I spent a week in Brazil

without ever having been there.

Pierre was in a film there.

When he got back,

he talked about samba for a week.

Samba came into our lives.

Samba came into your life!

Yes.

"To sing a samba without sadness...

...is like loving a woman

who's nothing but beautiful."

These are the words of

Vinicius de Moraes.

A poet and a diplomat and

the author of this song.

In his own words:

"The blackest white man in Brazil."

I am perhaps the most Brazilian

French man.

I would like to tell you

about my love of samba...

...like a lover who dares not

speak to the one he loves...

...and speaks of her

to everyone he meets.

Joo Gilberto.

Carlos Lyra.

Dorival Caymmi.

Antnio Carlos Jobim.

Vinicius de Moraes.

Baden Powell...

...who composed the music

to this song and many others.

I salute you.

Tonight, I'd like to drink

until drunkenness...

...to better rave about those I have

discovered thanks to you.

And who made samba what it is.

Sarav!

Feigin.

Noel Rosa.

Dolores Duran.

Cyro Monteiro.

So many others.

All those who are coming.

Edu Lobo.

And my friends who are with me tonight.

Baden, of course.

Ico, Oswaldo, Luigi, Oscar,

Nicolino, Milton. Sarav!

They make it impossible for me to

pronounce this word without quivering.

A word that shakes a whole people,

making it sing...

...their hands to the sky.

Samba.

Where to, in Paris?

Rue Lamarque.

Rue Lamarque? Where's that?

It's in Montmartre.

- Is this it?

- Yes.

I didn't know this street.

No?

A painter lived here

during World War I.

In 1917, he engaged a Russian servant

whose name was Vladimir Ulyanov.

One year later, he was Lenin.

Thank you very much

for giving me a lift.

No, please, I can manage.

Goodbye.

By the way,

I'm driving to Deauville next Sunday.

Would you like to come?

I'd love to meet your husband.

Cut! Okay, let's do it again.

Pierre! Come here a minute.

Not bad. But next time,

don't take so many risks.

Quiet!

Go!

I'm sorry.

The way you talked about him,

I didn't know he was dead.

About Sunday, that's most kind,

but I'm not sure I'll be free.

Call me Saturday midday

and I'll tell you.

I don't have your number.

Montmartre 15-40.

- Good night.

- Good night.

Montmartre 15-40.

- He'd be holding a press conference

in the near future...

...about the salary increases.

And now for the sporting events.

There's motor-racing on the agenda...

...with the forthcoming

Monte Carlo Rally.

In one week, the 35th Rally will

be on its way.

Cars are being tuned...

...manufacturers are leaving nothing

to chance in the rugged competition.

Among the favorites, the Toivonen team

driving a Cooper and a DS21...

We know that this week...

...they've been training to the hilt,

getting the maximum from their cars.

Any good?

One seventeen.

Forty-three, four.

Not bad.

How many revs?

Eleven thousand.

Forty-three, seven.

How many revs now?

10,300.

We've won with 200 revs.

It's perfect.

Operator, put me through

to Montmartre 15-40.

No, no, could you put me through

in five minutes, please?

Thanks.

Hello, Montmartre 15-40?

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