French movie, anyone? Ooh, la la…

My French movie addiction tends to be a lonely habit. For years, I could hardly get pals to go to with me to films that would turn out, predictably, to feature long conversations about aspects of love, lots of talking heads bobbing around dining tables bigger than are common in New York. The heads were pretty and handsome, and talked intelligently en français, the better for me to concentrate on my French language comprehension. I frowned on subtitles – that, I pointed out to anyone who did dare accompany me, too often were unfaithfully translated, sabotaging the conversation and Continue reading