belmondo, the man who reminds us that the world is a beautiful place. odlok
He’s not the greatest actor in the world nor is he France’s greatest actor. He’s not the greatest actor of Sicilian origin either. And he’s probably not even the best actor in his theatre group. He’s not the best looking, the richest, the sexiest, the most glamorous... he doesn’t dress too well. He tried his hand at boxing in his youth. It wasn’t a way out for a rough teenager like himself, but he was just never fast or good enough. If you’re not born rich, you gotta work, so Jean Paul wholeheartedly threw himself into to another of his passions: acting. Born in 1933, in his long life he has made almost forty films and has set up his own theatre group, but we keep getting the sneaking feeling that he’s just not gonna get that San Sebastian Film Festival Award. And if that wasn’t enough, he’s from the same generation as France’s greatest actor. Beside Alain Delon, Belmondo’s shortcomings have always been all the more obvious.
I, on the other hand, have already decided that I want to be reincarnated as Jean Paul Belmondo in the next life. And I’m not just saying that because it cool and hip to want to be the loser. Some of you may also think that this thing with Belmondo is just something we non gorgeous looking people have. If that were the case, I mean, if it were just a case of looks, then we’d have more attractive alternatives. I want to be Belmondo for another reason. One of my most desired, loved and impossible of impossible dreams is to be able stick on a hat and stroll up and down the Champs Elysses in Paris with Jean Seberg hanging on my arm like Belmondo in the film A bout de Soufflé... immortality wouldn’t matter then, I’d gladly accept death.
I, on the other hand, have already decided that I want to be reincarnated as Jean Paul Belmondo in the next life. And I’m not just saying that because it cool and hip to want to be the loser. Some of you may also think that this thing with Belmondo is just something we non gorgeous looking people have. If that were the case, I mean, if it were just a case of looks, then we’d have more attractive alternatives. I want to be Belmondo for another reason. One of my most desired, loved and impossible of impossible dreams is to be able stick on a hat and stroll up and down the Champs Elysses in Paris with Jean Seberg hanging on my arm like Belmondo in the film A bout de Soufflé... immortality wouldn’t matter then, I’d gladly accept death.
