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frenchnewwave: “What I call a conte moral [moral tale] is not a tale with a moral, but a story that deals less with what people do than with what is going on in their minds while they are doing it. A cinema of thoughts rather than actions.” - Eric Rohmer 
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frenchnewwave: “What I call a conte moral [moral tale] is not a tale with a moral, but a story that deals less with what people do than with what is going on in their minds while they are doing it. A cinema of thoughts rather than actions.” - Eric Rohmer 
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Pierrot le fou
Marianne: Awful, isn't it? It's so anonymous.
Ferdinand: What?
Marianne: They say "115 guerrillas," and it means nothing to us. But each one is a man, and we don't even know who he is, if he loves a woman, if he has kids, if he prefers movies or plays. We know nothing about them. All they say is "115 killed." It's like photographs. They've always fascinated me. You see this frozen image of a guy with a caption underneath. Maybe he was a coward. Maybe he was a nice guy. But at the moment it was taken, no one can really say who he was, what he was thinking about. His wife? His mistress? The past? The future? Basketball? No one will ever know.
Ferdinand: That's life for you.
Marianne: That's what makes me sad: Life is so different from books. I wish it were the same: Clear, logical, organised. Only it isn't.
Ferdinand: Yes, it is. Much more than people think.
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