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The son of a high-ranking French military officer, Jean-Claude Brialy was expected to following in his father's boot-steps upon completing his studies at Strasbourg University. Brialy was deflected from a lifetime in uniform through his blossoming friendship with aspiring filmmaker Philippe de Broca. Deciding to become an actor, Brialy appeared in some of the earliest short-subject projects of such future Nouvelle Vague directors as Jacques Rivette and Jean-Luc Godard. He made his first feature-film appearance in Jean Renoir's Paris Does Strange Things (1958). In collaboration with Claude Chabrol, Brialy starred in Chabrol's maiden directorial effort, Le Beau Serge, then originated the ubiquitous Chabrol protagonist Paul in Les Cousins. This particular role cemented Brialy's standard screen characterization: the impeccably mannered, implicitly decadent boulevardier. One of the busiest of the New Wave directors (especially during the years 1960 and 1961), Jean-Claude Brialy remained so even after launching his own prolific career with 1972's Eglantine.Brialy died of cancer in Paris, France on May 30, 2007. He was 74.
I thought to myself that every woman has her most vulnerable point. For some, it's the nape of the neck, the waist, the hands. For Claire, in that position, in that light, it was her knee. It was the magnetic pole of my desire, the precise point where, if I could pursue this desire, I'd have placed my hand. And right there is where her boyfriend had his hand. In all his innocence and insipidness. That hand was above all insipid, and that shocked me.
It's very simple. Place your hand on her knee. That will exorcise the desire.
It's not simple at all. That's the hardest thing to do. A caress has to be accepted. It would be easier to seduce her.
I find all men attractive. That's why I can't pick one. Why one and not another? I need a reason to choose one specific man. Since I can't have them all, I prefer to do without any.
That's quite unnatural, and quite immoral.
Hardly immoral, since it keeps me chaste.
The heroes of a story are always blindfolded. Otherwise they'd attempt nothing. The plot would stall.
Actually, everyone wears a blindfold.Or at least blinders.
Except you, since you write.
Yes, writing forces me to keep my eyes open.
Seeing a girl cry renders me utterly helpless, especially if she's pretty.