Sim1What’s my problem with Gerard Depardieu?
June 22nd 2007 06:35
Monsieur Gerard
There is more to film-making than cheese, bread, red wine and humping. Will someone tell Gerard.
But then, why spoil a good career.
The Europeans believe in retiring gracefully. Grace. That’s why J. Deppy lives in France.
And Gerard is full of Grace. I can see him siting back from his 400 year old dinner table rubbing his tummy contemplating which cheese to go with which red. There is a well picked selection of guests laughing and co-vorting and interacting but Gerard is in his own world. It’s a beautiful place whose only entry requirement is hard work and integrity.
So what’s my problem with Gerard?
Ok, ok I admit it. When I get old I want to be just like him. I have this scene in my head.
Gerard (me) has just finished a beautiful bottle of red over a delightful lunch. He is standing in the courtyard of his country residence talking to the local peasant woman who, when not milking cows, is sporadically hired as the gardener. There is cleavage.
Gerard: (in French) Excuse me Mademoiselle, you seem to be standing on my duck.
Girl: (in French) Pardon me Monsieur, I think not.
Gerard: I think you just might be.
Girl: You are mistaken Monsieur.
Gerard: No.
Girl: Yes.
Gerard: I can see its head under your stinky little feet…
And the conversation continues for at least an hour.
Heaven.
Until next time and happy film-making.
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