Paris erwacht

I've got wonderful memory of that film, Judith Godreche lost and sad, Jean Pierre Leaud in one of his best performance, sombre, neurotic in his midlife crisis, Thomas Langmann mysterious and young, the magnificent and dramatic score by John Cale, Judith Godreche ODing in a bush of roses or looking at the Parisian lights over her head at the back of a motorcycle to the sound of Pixies' Debaser. The Squatt party, a vision of Paris immigrants similar to Claire Denis essential films. It's not a perfect film but it's passionate, and as Truffaut said the best films are from being perfect, that's why they're so beautiful, achieved scenes look even better among unachieved ones. It's like a teenage film but romantic and desperate, like an adolescent would have made it. It's one of Assayas most beautiful film.