Starring: Tilda Swinton, Frances McDormand, Bill Murray, Jeffrey Wright, Adrien Brody, Benicio del Toro, Owen Wilson, Léa Seydoux, Timothée Chalamet, Lyna Khoudri, Steve Park, Mathieu Amalric, Liev Schreiber, Edward Norton, Willem Dafoe, Jason Schwartzman, Bob Balaban, Anjelica Huston
Story:
Comedy drama written and directed by Wes Anderson. The French Dispatch is a love letter to journalists set in an outpost of an American newspaper in a fictional 20th-century French city centering on three storylines that bring to life a collection of stories published in “The French Dispatch” magazine.
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Quotes:
Narrator: It began as a holiday. Eager to escape a great future on the Great Plains, Arthur Howitzer Jr., transformed a series of travelogue columns into the French Dispatch. A factual report on the subjects of world politics, the arts, high and low, and diverse stories of human interest.
Narrator: He assembled a team of the best patriot journalists of his time. Berensen, Salzerac, Krementz, Roebuck Wright. These were his people.
Arthur Howitzer Jr.: You don’t think it’s almost too seedy, this time?
Story Editor: No, I don’t. Decent people are supposed to be charming.
Arthur Howitzer Jr.: [to one of his writers] Just try to make it sound like you wrote it that way on purpose.
JKL Berensen: We take as the subject as the subject of tonight’s lecture, Mr. Moses Rosenthal. Certainly the loudest artist voice of his rowdy generation.
Julien Cadazio: Simone naked cellblock J hobby room, I want to buy it.
Moses Rosenthal: It’s not for sale.
Julien Cadazio: Yes, it is.
Moses Rosenthal: No, it isn’t.
Julien Cadazio: Yes, it is.
Moses Rosenthal: No, it isn’t.
Julien Cadazio: Yes, it is.
Moses Rosenthal: No, it isn’t.
Julien Cadazio: Yes.
JKL Berensen: In short, the picture was a sensation.
Lucinda Krementz: The kids did this. Obliterated a thousand years of Republican Authority in less than a fortnight. What do they want? Freedom, full stop.
Zeffirelli: [Krementz pulls back the shower curtains] I’m naked, Mrs. Krementz.
Lucinda Krementz: I can see that.
Zeffirelli: Why are you crying?
Lucinda Krementz: Tear gas. Also, I suppose I’m sad.
Zeffirelli: Please turn away. I feel shy about my new muscles.
Lucinda Krementz: Go tell your parents your home. They’re worried.
Zeffirelli: I’m expected back on the barricades.
Lucinda Krementz: I didn’t see any barricades.
Zeffirelli: Well, they’re still constructing them.
Lucinda Krementz: Ah.
Lucinda Krementz: What are you writing?
Zeffirelli: A manifesto. I told them not to invite Paul, by the way. Maybe you’re sad, but you don’t seem lonely to me.
Lucinda Krementz: Exactly!
Zeffirelli: I saw you at the protest on top of a bookcase taking notes. Is there a story in us, for the people of Kansas?
Lucinda Krementz: Maybe.
Zeffirelli: Then you should study our resolutions. Or anyway, will you proof read it? My parents think you’re a good writer.
Lucinda Krementz: Give it to me.
[Zeffirelli gets out of the bathtub naked and gives her his notebook]
Lucinda Krementz: It’s a little damp.
Zeffirelli: Physically, or metaphorically?
Lucinda Krementz: Both. Based on the cover and the first four sentences.
Zeffirelli: Don’t criticize my manifesto.
Lucinda Krementz: Oh, you don’t want remarks?
Zeffirelli: I don’t need remarks, do I? I only asked you to proof read it because I thought you’d be even more impressed by how good it already is.
Lucinda Krementz: Let’s start with the typos.
Roebuck Wright: Lieutenant Nescafier, he is the great exemplar of the mode of cuisine known as police cooking.
Roebuck Wright: The aromas of the kitchen cast a spell, which was to be mortally broken.
Man Over Phone: As you know by now, we have kidnapped your son.
Junior Assistant: A message from the foreman. One hour to press.
Arthur Howitzer Jr.: You’re fired.
Junior Assistant: [upset] Really?
Arthur Howitzer Jr.: Don’t cry in my office.
[the assistant looks up to see “No Crying” written above the office door]
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