Béatrice Dalle (born 19 December 1964) is a French actress.
Dalle was born in Brest, Finistère, France, as Béatrice Cabarrou. In 1985, she married the painter Jean-François Dalle but they divorced in 1988.
She was working as a model when she met filmmaker Jean-Jacques Beineix. Beineix cast her in the lead role of the 1986 film 37°2 le matin (later released in the U.K. and U.S.A. under the title Betty Blue) which received BAFTA and Oscar nominations for Best Foreign Language Film, and made a star of Dalle.
She went on to appear in a series of major roles in French films, including the 1989 film Chimère, which was entered into the 1989 Cannes Film Festival.
She is seen in a feature role in the 1991 music video "Move To Memphis" by Norwegian band a-ha.
She starred in Jim Jarmusch's Night on Earth in 1991. In 1997, she was cast in The Blackout, her first film made in the United States.
In 2001, Dalle appeared in the controversial film, Trouble Every Day, in which she played a vampire. More recently, she starred in the 2007 film À l'intérieur, in which she played a cruel psychopath stalking a pregnant woman.
The world is fast becoming younger
The news is all they’ve ever known
They’ve seen the wars, the hurt, the hunger
How will they choose when they are grown
What do you tell forever’s children
When it’s their turn to hurt and heal
Whatever spins a grim tornedo
Can also turn a potters wheel
Take a little clay
Put it on a wheel
Get a little hint
How God must feel
Give a little turn
Listen to a spin
Make it into the shape
You want it in
Tell with your life the bloody story
Teach to they’re dreams not burning steel
It’s not in bombs where lies the glory
But in what’s shattered on the field
The potter’s wheel takes love and caring
Skill and patience fast and slow
The works it makes are easily broken
Once they survive the potter’s throw
Take a little clay
Put it on a wheel
Get a little hint
How God must feel
Give a little turn
Listen to a spin
Make it into the shape
You want it in
Some day some children will be digging
In some long forgotten ground
And they’ll find our civilisation
Or what’s left of it to be found
They’ll find the weapons of destruction
But buried deeper in the hole
They’ll find a message and a promise
In the sand, the potter’s bowl
Take a little clay
Put it on a wheel
Get a little hint
How God must feel
Give a little turn
Listen to a spin
Make it into the shape
You want it in
Earth and fire and wind conspire