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...books published about Charles de Gaulle, the most engrossing may well be a little biography for children, complete with charming drawings and simple text. Yet the unknown author, writing under the pseudonym Xavier Arito-marchi, laces his pabulum with Tabasco. "La France est a moi," says young Charles as he plays soldiers, grabbing the French poilus for himself, while forcing his brothers to take the Ger man and English sides. There is another happy scene of Charles playing pyramid-standing on a shield held by his playmates. And on and on. The caption, beside a picture of De Gaulle nestled...
...Michel Legrand's music (never absent--like Cherbourg, the film is entirely sung) makes much use of half a dozen excellent themes; a ridiculously Rachmanioffy piano concerto and the chanson de Maxence are particularly memorable. Demy's lyrics simple and direct ("Estelle loin d'ici? Est-elle pres de moi? Je n'en sais rien encore mais je sais qu'elle existe.") advancing exposition without heavy reliance on metaphor or fantastic imagery: Solange (Francoise Dorleac) asks her Delphine, "Qu'est-ce que tu as?" and Deneuve sings back bluntly, "Je suis triste et je m'ennuie...
...inexpensive suit. No one, however, could ignore the 27 works on display. Built of watch springs, mesh, tiny cogs and spirals, the small, precisely balanced wire constructions fluttered and danced at the slightest breath. Bearing cryptic names, such as Hermit, Flirt and L'état c'est moi, they represented virtually all of Haese's sculptural output...
...often, and has a "strange" habit, when speaking to Parliament, of passing "his hands up and down from groin to tummy." Charles de Gaulle, observed in his London exile, has effeminate hands, lacking muscle and arteries in them, but already in 1941 is heard yelling "France, c'est moi!" at Nicolson in the Savoy Hotel. "His arrogance and fascism annoy me," writes Nicolson, "but there is something like a fine retriever dog about his eyes." Laborite Clement Attlee looks "like a snipe pretending to be an eagle," Anthony Eden is "fairly wobbling with charm," Lord Beveridge, father...
Flaubert never erased that self-appraisal. Its vanity, its self-obsession would later be reflected in the tragic contours of the woman of whom her creator liked to say: "Emma Bovary -c'est moi...