Art is free, shameless, irresponsible [...], the movement is intense, almost feverish; it resembles, it seems to me, a snakeskin full of ants. The snake itself is long since dead, eaten out from within, deprived of its poison; but the skin moves, filled with busy life.
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Émmanuel Burdeau
N° 793, décembre 2022
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- Simone, le voyage du siècle d’Olivier Dahan p. 62
- Cluny Brown d’Ernst Lubitsch p. 89