Boris Vian was a man of many interests and talents. He played the trumpet, wrote criticism, essays, novels, poems and plays, did some painting and sculpting. Philippe Kohly chooses to recount Boris Vian’s life through his love for jazz, his quest for freedom, his taste for celebration.
Hôtel La Louisiane is, at its core, a film about freedom and dignity. Freedom for those who wish to live in a place where they are able to feel inspired. Dignity for the hotel owner to stand by his promise to his father and keep their mission alive: to provide an affordable sanctuary for artists...
Georges Delerue (composer). Commentary written by Boris Vian (under his pseudonym Michel Arras) and spoken by Jacques Mauclair. Jacques Rivette: …Chères vieilles choses, de Raymond Vogel, film imparfait, zigzagant, inégal, mais qui, dans les marges d'un essai sans imprévu sur le monde des...
Gaston Lampion is an employee in a big insurance company. Extremely skilled for all sorts of calculations, he is nonetheless restrained by his lack of charisma and difficulty for speaking. The erotic commerce of “the ladies of the night” will give him the chance to push himself further.
Rage, Sex, and Jazz: I Spit on Your Graves by Vernon Sullivan
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In 1946, the controversial French writer Boris Vian writes his novel I Spit on Your Graves under the pseudonym of Vernon Sullivan, supposedly a mysterious African-American writer; a work against racism and Anglo-Saxon puritanism whose publication causes a great scandal.
Dumped by Juliette, Marcel decides to commit suicide by jumping off a bridge. Philippe, a passer-by, stops him and proposes him a deal. Marcel finds himself obliged to follow his saviour to his huge house, to serve him and give help in many ways... Will the saved rescue the saviour?
This is the story of an obsession. Mona Lisa keeps smiling quizzically while our poor hero is pursued by her representation in all its forms, in all places. She smiles at him in a museum, at a bookseller along the banks of the Seine, in the streets, at a café. Enough to drive him up the wall!
