#Jean Pierre Jeunet
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spockvarietyhour · 3 months ago
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Alien Resurrection (1997) directed by Jean-Pierre Jeunet
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usermavka · 2 years ago
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🎬 Amélie 2001, dir. Jean-Pierre Jeunet
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dancyrilkingston · 1 month ago
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LA CITÉ DES ENFANTS PERDUS (dir. Jean-Pierre Jeunet & Marc Caro, 1995)
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lizzy-bennet · 1 year ago
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Le Fabuleux Destin d'Amélie Poulain (2001)
I like to look for things no one else catches.
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silverscreencaps · 4 months ago
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Amélie (2001) dir. Jean-Pierre Jeunet
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esqueletosgays · 2 months ago
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ALIEN RESURRECTION (1997)
Director: Jean Pierre Jeunet Cinematography: Darius Khondji
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metaforadohomeminvisivel · 1 year ago
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handsg0ld · 11 months ago
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horror-n-m3tal · 2 months ago
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Xenomorph Incubation Chamber Concept Art For Alien Resurrection 1997.
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marcelllyn · 2 months ago
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I highly recommend this series. A shame it was cancelled.
Synopsis: Descamps is in love but doesn't know how to show it.
Warnings: Smoking (DO NOT SMOKE), kissing, bullying, enemies to lovers.
Studying with boys was disturbing to say the least. The touches, the looks, the smells. Everything was disgusting and irritating, I had asked my mother a million times to change schools, but I had to settle for her big merciless no. I couldn't stand Descamps chasing me everywhere with his gang of idiots. 
    I was sitting on the patio floor, with a sketchbook between my legs. Annick, one of my few friends, was studying. After two math classes in a row, it was necessary for my sanity to rest my mind, even though I constantly cast lascivious glances at Descamps, with that eye patch that strangely enhanced his beauty. Few of the times I looked, he was already looking, definitely plotting something. 
   He could only have a problem with me, always placing his foot so that I would trip, throwing eggs in my hair, disappearing with my backpack. Since the day I arrived, I have been tormented by this half-assed pirate. 
— You should stop looking at him like you want to kill him. — Annick said, poking me.
— I'm not looking at him, just observing the place. And, as it happens, he is in front. — I went back to focusing on my doodles. 
   Annick shrugged and let out a nasal laugh. And then the bell rings. I get up from the floor and let the notebook fall, the single pages come loose and scatter across the floor. As I pick up each one, someone steps on one of my drawings. 
Excuse me? — I say gently. I look up and… —Joseph Descamps. — I wrinkled my nose. 
— You should already be in the classroom. 
— Take your filthy shoe off my drawing. — I rolled my eyes. 
– Of course. — He tramples the sheet even more, tearing it. - Satisfied? 
    I take a deep breath and start to go to the living room. How could he be so handsome but so irritating? 
— You know, something cute, like you should smile more, instead of looking at me like a complete crazy person. — He puts his arm around my shoulders.
I give him a light push, and quicken my step into the living room. But he accompanied me.  I stopped in the middle in front of the room door, which was already closed. I closed my eyes at him, who had that mischievous smile. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and said: 
— What's your problem with me? — I sighed. 
— I have no problem with you. — He took a step forward. 
      Descamps was much taller than me, I had to raise my head to be able to face him boldly. 
— So why do you make me so unhappy? — I put my bangs to the side nervous about the proximity.
  He laughed, bending down a little to get closer to me. I turned around, a little scared, and opened the door, asked the teacher for permission and sat down. Joseph entered shortly afterwards with the same apathetic face and sat down. Sometimes I looked away from the board to watch him, even without wanting to, it was like a mania that I couldn't avoid. 
   When it was time to leave, I took my mobile and headed home. My mother and father had left and left a note on the table that said:
 “Go to the butcher and buy some ham and then buy two packs of cigarettes, we will be late” 
   I rolled my eyes, as always, arriving late. At least I had the whole house to myself. A silent house just for me. I made some bread, jam and threw myself on the sofa, the only noise was from the street. I didn't want to admit how bored I was when I was with or without my parents at home. In the end, it was the same. I wanted to go to my aunt Janine's house, where I have my cousins. 
    I got ready to leave the house. I went to the butcher's shop, being careful not to fall into Jean-Pierre, after the dump I gave him, I preferred to keep my distance so as not to hurt him even more. As I walked to the nearest tobacconist, I saw Joseph sitting on the sidewalk smoking, I walked right past him, hoping he would let me pass. 
— Did your parents never teach you that it was rude to ignore people you know? — He grabbed my shoulder. 
— I don't have time for your nonsense, Descamps. — I snorted. 
— I'm not doing anything, idiot. — Laughed. — Where are you going anyway? 
— It's none of your business. 
— Oh, come on, can you be good just once? 
— What do you want, anyway? — I rolled my eyes. 
— May you be good to me just once. — He raised his eyebrows. — So, is it going to happen or not?
I frowned all over my face as if my mind was simulating what was happening, firstly that his tone was light and somewhat cheerful, and his features light and not heavy and frowning as always. I considered that I was living a hallucination.
It's OK…
— I need to buy cigarettes too. — He smiled. — Shall we? 
     I walked with him in silence to the nearest tobacconist. 
— Do you know that there are already studies that prove that cigarettes are very harmful, due to the tobacco and toxins…  
   I was interrupted by his laugh. It was beautiful. 
— Don't try to act like a doctor now. 
— I'm not acting like a doctor. — I let out a nasal laugh. — Just pointing out that your lungs will be rotten by the time you reach 25. 
— Well, I still have a few glory years left, then. — He pointed to one of the tobacco shops on the street. — That's the best, I'll go buy it for you and be right back. 
  I didn't even have time to respond and he had already crossed the street. I spent the entire time waiting wondering why he was being so nice to me. If that was just another pretext for another one of his dull jokes. 
— Don't you think it's a little dangerous to be on the street alone at a time like this? — Jean-Pierre's familiar voice made me laugh internally.  
  I looked back and it was him, smoking, of course, and a little tipsy from the smell of the drink. 
— It's still late, there's no danger. 
  He smiled, inhaling once more and blowing the smoke away from my face. 
— Any reason to stand around looking at the tobacconists? I thought you hated cigarettes. 
— I came to buy for my parents. - Deep down, I thought it was cute that he remembered that. 
    I looked at the store. Joseph was crossing the street. 
— See you later, Jean. — He smiled a little awkwardly. 
— Purchased cigarettes, give my favorite brand. I think your parents will like it as much as I do… 
   Descamps stopped to look at Jean. They both looked at each other confused, I sat between two bulls about to attack each other. 
—What are you doing here? Jean asked. 
— Accompanying my classmate. And what are you doing here?  
— She doesn't need the company of an idiot like you. 
— Jean! — I snorted. —Stop talking for me.
He looked at me a little confused about the situation, after all it was every day that someone defended Descamps. 
— Are you going to tell me that you are now his friend? — Jean raged. 
  I rolled my eyes, men were so complicated sometimes. 
— I didn't say I was his friend, I just said to stop saying things for me. 
— It's not my fault for being the favorite. — Joseph said sarcastically. —Now, Pierre, if you'll excuse me, I have to escort a beautiful lady home. 
  Jean was about to say something again, but he just turned his back and walked away. At that moment, the sky was already night. I looked at Descamps who once again had that mocking smile. 
-What it was? — I asked while fixing my hair. 
— Nothing. — Laughed. — Come on, it's getting late and it's dangerous for a woman to walk alone at these hours. 
— I think it's dangerous at any time of the day. — I murmured. 
   We were laughing and commenting on some of the school's achievements. But he had a flea behind his ear, where had all that kindness come from? And suddenly I felt scared. 
— Why are you acting like this? — I asked in front of the door of my house. 
-Like this? 
— You know very well what I'm talking about. — A few drops of rain began to fall. — Being nice to me, why are you doing this? 
— Would you prefer me to be rude? Fine by me. — He shrugged.  
— That's not what I said. I just want to know the reason for your drastic change. 
— When I hurt my eye, even though I did something bad, you went with me to the infirmary and stayed there. Even when I cursed you and told you to leave me alone, why did you do that? 
— I'm the daughter of two doctors, it's almost in my blood to help someone who is going through a difficult time. — He laughed, putting a strand of hair behind his ear. — Even so, after that, you put animals in my bag, cut off a piece of my hair, among other things.
An awkward silence ensued, then he smiled, shaking his head down and muttered something incomprehensible. 
—What did you say? 
     The rain began to fall heavily. Descamps took a step closer, bending down until our noses touched. 
-I said. I'm sorry, I'm not good at showing my feelings. —He grabbed my chin. 
   We were starting to get soaked, our lips touched. A sweet and strange kiss. I quickly pushed him away, a little confused. 
— Good evening, Descamps. — She said embarrassed. 
  He immediately opened his eyes wide to say something, but I was smarter and entered my house. Leaving my purchases with him. 
   Leaning against the door, I smiled and covered my mouth as punishment for smiling, even though deep down I liked it, he was a jerk this whole time. How could I know if this wasn't just another one of his lame jokes?
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spockvarietyhour · 3 months ago
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Alien Resurrection (1997) directed by Jean-Pierre Jeunet
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cinemajunkie70 · 2 years ago
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inolongerhavealilacname · 1 year ago
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“Le Fabuleux Destin d’ Amélie Poulain” , 2001 by Jean-Pierre Jeunet
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cine-odyssey-blog · 2 years ago
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Amélie | dir. Jean-Pierre Jeunet | 2001
DoP: Bruno Delbonnel
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silverscreencaps · 4 months ago
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Amélie (2001) dir. Jean-Pierre Jeunet
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