What in the looney tunes was that?! with a sick tiktok transitions too lol

What in the looney tunes was that?! with a sick tiktok transitions too lol

firm believer that every movie should end with a climatic food fight

firm believer that every movie should end with a climatic food fight

quelques longueurs mais purée ce que ça regorge d’idées et ça c’est absolument génial

quelques longueurs mais purée ce que ça regorge d’idées et ça c’est absolument génial

"Nouvelle vague, my ass!"

So infectious and hyper that it makes me want to break shit (complimentary).

"Nouvelle vague, my ass!"

So infectious and hyper that it makes me want to break shit (complimentary).

In the same way Rebel Without a Cause paved the way for cinematic teenage rebellion in 1955, Zazie dans le Métro gave us one of the most unforgettable blueprints for loud-mouthed, unapologetic feminine chaos.
This film is a wildly successful adaptation of Raymond Queneau’s novel : a surreal, absurd, and hilarious French classic that every child in France has been forced to read in middle school (and rightfully so). This book shaped me—as a writer, and before that, as a loud-mouthed very apologetic Parisian kid.
I can’t even imagine how any translation could do it justice. The wordplay, the rhythm, the insolence—it’s all so specifically, beautifully and awfully French! It just makes me so proud :’)

This film is a whirlwind. A riot of language, of movement, of nonsense, of…truth! A perfect expression of French surrealism and working-class wit… And watching this reminded me why I can never leave Paris.

In the same way Rebel Without a Cause paved the way for cinematic teenage rebellion in 1955, Zazie dans le Métro gave us one of the most unforgettable blueprints for loud-mouthed, unapologetic feminine chaos.
This film is a wildly successful adaptation of Raymond Queneau’s novel : a surreal, absurd, and hilarious French classic that every child in France has been forced to read in middle school (and rightfully so). This book shaped me—as a writer, and before that, as a loud-mouthed very apologetic Parisian kid.
I can’t even imagine how any translation could do it justice. The wordplay, the rhythm, the insolence—it’s all so specifically, beautifully and awfully French! It just makes me so proud :’)

This film is a whirlwind. A riot of language, of movement, of nonsense, of…truth! A perfect expression of French surrealism and working-class wit… And watching this reminded me why I can never leave Paris.