Tchao pantin (1983)

– Of course I have plans. Don’t you?
– Not anymore.

Responsibility, stubbornness, prestige. Son without father meets father without son in a story revolving around the unreflective eagerness of youth, the hardened resignation of age, and the cynicism of both. An unexpected, tentative friendship tries to bridge the generation gap while characters cope with troubled lives as best as they can.

– Who do you fuck?
– Myself.

Dubious from a gender perspective and with a rather non-innovative revenge ending. Still maybe in my book of torn, guilt-ridden, disillusioned losers.

– Don’t be in a hurry to die.

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