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...audience as well. All members of the production stress the fact that Beckett is still alive and kicking—in terms of artistic innovation. Scanlan’s 92 year-old mother, who saw the initial run of “Waiting for Godot” capture the Parisian stage 50 years ago, will be in attendace as Beckett’s work attempts to do the same at Harvard. “It’s a fantastic time to be here,” Scanlan says. “Our new President has made an unprecedented pledge...
Despite the surrounding hype, chances are neither the British inquiry nor their eyeballing of the Parisian venues Diana sped through before the crash will shed any new light on what happened that August night ten years ago. "We know what caused her death: it's been catalogued in minute detail by investigators in both countries," says one slightly disgusted French justice official when asked about this week's visit to Paris by the jurors. "Case closed - move on." He goes on: "The official logic is by giving them the visual framework and time-span they all fit into, [the jurors...
...Darjeeling Limited.” “Hotel Chevalier” won’t be shown in theaters, but at the request of Anderson and the studio, it is available for free on iTunes. The short shows Schwartzman and Natalie Portman ’03 in a Parisian hotel room and reveals a few details that complicate the subsequent feature. Although the feel of “Hotel Chevalier,” enhanced by the use of a camera sliding on a track, is distinct from that if “The Darjeeling Limited...
...sunglasses and Chanel-infused air: the café’s “yellowed poster stating the terms and penalties of the law against public drunkenness was fly blown and disregarded as its clients were constant and ill-smelling.” Though today’s Parisian squares may be marred by a Starbucks or two, Hemingway’s credo still holds: “If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris...
...rude awakening. My illusions of Paris were quickly shattered during that meal: not only by the stale croissant, but by the horrors of MTV France.I had arrived in the patrie of Edith Piaf, Serge Gainsbourg, and Daft Punk—and in the summer of Justice, no less, the Parisian duo whose “D.A.N.C.E.” was omnipresent in America at the time of my departure. This was the land of baguettes and Bizet, and I, a professed Francophile, was gagging down processed pastry and watching similarly packaged English-language videos by Kelly Rowland and Nelly Furtado...