Jean-Marc Vallée. A landmark. A giant. I was still inhabited by the film CRAZY, recently reviewed. Haunted by music and so many ingredients that saw my youth. The time. Ill-fitting Christmas gifts. The shotguns. The lyricism of Aznavour. The coats stacked on the parents’ bed. The ubiquitous and overwhelming cigarette. The fusional mother. Conditional love. The fear of being “fif”. The shrink who, according to the father (sublime Michel Côté), is “paid to say nonsense”. The son who destroys himself. A huge signature. A maker of classics: Blacklist, Café de Flore, Dallas Buyers Club… A star torn from our cultural landscape. Farewell and above all … thank you, Mr. Vallée.
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