silver lining

Guess who got a job at Manhattan Portage? :D
Starting work from 6pm onwards tomorrow at Slurplife, Bugis Junction. I could get used to working shifts again.

So I went to the Alliance Française de Singapour (French Alliance, Singapore) yesterday to catch a movie screening of Jacquot de Nantes, an entry for the 1991 Cannes Film Festival. Kellie had a spare ticket, and she chose to bring me. I'm touched :)
French would always be the language that got away, for me. I was THIS close to adopting it as a third language in secondary 1 but I felt that I would've quit halfway, so why join it in the first place? Now I'm left with regrets, but Kellie has always known I have a soft spot for it.
I thought the French Alliance would be this majestic, colonial style building with gold furnishings and chandeliers reflecting off shiny floor tiles. WRONG. It's this crumbling old building block, with stuffy air conditioning and cracked plaster on its walls.
Though the whole architecture of the building was disappointing, I felt like an immature 7 year old kid when we entered the cafeteria. There was an art gallery beside it, and the guests there looked like well-heeled clients, all dressed up in elegant dresses/ tux, sipping champagne out of clear wineglasses (ok, I'm exaggerating). But being surrounded by all the well dressed adults, I truly felt as if I was dropkicked to a ballroom at MBS instead of a run down building.

The movie was... a classic, I'll say. It's not the kind of movie I would watch in cinemas, because I'm not the kind of girl who appreciates artsy-fartsy stuff, like Black Swan. If I had known I would watch that movie (the movie they were supposed to screen was a rom-com)... I would've had second thoughts about attending.
I'm glad I went, though. Ok, I admit the idea of just falling asleep was appealing to me a little halfway throughout the film, I forced myself to stay awake throughout the film. Besides, the chairs were scratchy and creaky and low. Doubt I'd get some proper sleep there, even if I wanted to.

The film is a portrait of the making of an artist; recreating the early life of Varda's husband, Jacques Demy, in Occupied France and his obsession with the various crafts associated with film making, such as casting, set design, animation and lighting. The fictional sections set in wartime Nantes are matched with brief documentary interludes involving the dying Demy.

It's the typical kind of foreign film, where everyone's all huddled in an auditorium, before some opera song starts playing and the film starts off in an artistic way... depicting the protagonist as an old man (the REAL Demy) sitting sexily on a clear beach and gazing into the camera, before the scene changes to a nude painting of a female and a male.
There was opera throughout the whole movie, the scenes were cut very randomly and uncomfortably, but I loved the whole French culture. Especially when everyone starts breaking into a nice song (despite it being in a foreign language), and when they all dress up in their fancy French threads and make pie in a cosy French cottage.

What caught my attention, actually, was the INSANELY CUTE/ GOOD LOOKING CHILD ACTOR (then), Edouard Joubeaud. I'm tellin' ya, with looks like that, he truly is God's gift.

Ok I may have been admiring his features instead of paying full attention to the movie. I mean, LOOK AT ALL THAT FACE STRUCTURE. And the strong brows.

Can't find a flattering photo of him, but here's a picture depicting all the actors (he's the second from the left)

Love everything about him, from his thick brown hair to his thick eyebrows to his sexy eyes to his thin lips. Thank God he was featured for a long period in the show.
Before you call me a paedophile, let me remind you that the film was shot even before I was born. I did a mental calculation during the movie (guilty as charged), and he's old enough to be twice our age actually.
Scoured the web for a recent photo of him, and they came up with this:

Ehhh.... so so la. You can still see the resemblance, but I'm convinced that it ain't a flattering shot of him. He probably charmed/ charms all the Frenchies working with him.

F.Y.I, the movie got screened out of the film festival. I don't wonder why.