I mean, I can’t reasonably expect car chases and computer-generated special effects in every movie, but what the French consider action appears to consist of the actors occasionally moving from one chair to another while dispensing their languid syllables in an “I am bored therefore I am cool” monotone. The title means “thanks for the chocolate” it should have been “thanks for the money, you foolish American highbrow suckers who for no known reason cling to the myth that we deep-thinking French make movies for smart people while you only make movies for cave-dwellers who like to see big things blow up.” There was chocolate in the movie, I mean film, but it had no more importance than anything or anyone else that wandered pointlessly across the screen for the approximately three weeks it seemed to last. The film was called “Merci Pour la Chocolat” and it was very thought-provoking, which is to say that when I thought about the wasted and never to be retrieved portion of my life which passed while watching it I was provoked to thoughts of violence. So anyway we went to this art house on the Alameda – notice it’s not a “movie theater” if it shows foreign movies, I mean films - it’s an art house, because once again, it’s snootier. Notice that it was not a “French movie” – I don’t know why, but it seems to be a tradition that if a motion picture is made overseas it is always called a “film.” Means the same thing, but it just sounds intellectual as all get-out. I went to the movies last weekend, and since we like to broaden our cinematic horizons beyond what Hollywood has to offer because what Hollywood has to offer is so frequently a waste of perfectly good costumes, we went to see a French film. Good costumes, we went to see a French film. ![]() What Hollywood has to offer is so frequently a waste of perfectly Our cinematic horizons beyond what Hollywood has to offer because I went to the movies last weekend, and since we like to broaden
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