The Story Of My Life

"Fidelio" is

jointly with Europe Corp. and TF1 films Production "

Cast: Edward Bayer

Marie-Josee Crozet

Clovis Kornilyak

Alice talion

Eric Berger

Jean-Michel Lamy

Lies, betrayal, and the like.

Film Laurentum Tirard

This girl says me about his life.

I stopped listening already 30 minutes ago.

I think that she did not noticed. I hope not.

Sometimes I put:

Wow! Incredible!

She does not notice I'm not listening.

Actually, I listen to the conversation behind me.

After three visits, it is still not understood?

It was my fault. I have not filed her the necessary signals.

Male aged 30 perplexed

if he really, I quote: "Gives the right signals.

As we have gone from this ...

... To this?

"You have kissed her? No, she is not ready.

I shall develop his theory a little later, and then the girl can see.

I went to Milan to show Prada.

Then we went to the Caribbean Islands with Helmut Newton.

We conclude that interview later.

I already know that I would write.

Theoretically, a journalist should not gloss over life.

In my case, embellishment life is a must.

I am not a journalist.

I am a writer.

I write autobiography for some celebrities.

It's people who are often nothing to say and not what to write about.

Usually, they say, I'm doing a couple of notes.

Then I begin romance.

They tell me this ...

I turn now to this ...

They talk about this ...

I make this into such ...

They recognized this ...

I describe this ...

It started in childhood.

All my friends had one on his mind.

Ass.

Chest.

I was quite different, I am not ashamed of this.

As girls something in them I like:

eyes.

And more beautiful smile.

My parents are seemed strange.

Especially my dad, which prides itself on turbulent past.

He dreamed I would carry on the tradition.

At his age, I already been nedevstvennik.

Jean-Pierre!

What?

In short, that you understand: we do not want him to be gay.

Jean-Pierre, why so?

Of course, I interested in girls.

But the tactics of my friends not yielded much success.

I assumed that there is another way.

I decided that if I open my soul,

girls open me your ...

... Charms.

This approach success.

In a sense, throughout my life,

women and writing always been linked.

This is great! Thank you.

You told my essence, my life ...

Now her name will on the cover of the book,

it starts flickering on TV and give autographs to fans,

who will say that it changed their lives.

My name is Nobody. And it suits me.

This is the best story I read.

And it's mine.

In my opinion, nonsense.

Many thanks.

"You're wasting your time, Rafael. -Do not start again.

Yes, I remember: "Anonymity allows you to keep integrity.

This is very clever.

But I want to know what behind this.

There's nothing there.

This is Muriel.

If it is for something to grasp, it has not let go.

It began with a moment our meeting.

At first I want this girl.

I noticed it, as entered.

She was tall, handsome, elegant, mysterious, sexy.

So I did what that no one would have done.

Nothing was done.

Good evening!

May I treat anything?

I'm watching you some time.

You stood there alone, waiting not understand why.

Want something to drink?

Actually ...

Course.

Usually I meet with them in hotels or bars.

I wonder dozing, until they meet.

Then I go home and write down all of this.

And what are you doing?

Guess.

You play in a rock band or something like that?

In the punk rock band?

-I am an architect. -Really?

I could see your work?

Decoupling the freeway in Besancon.

I designed it.

Really?

Never been there, sorry.

What a pity.

What are you doing?

I thought ...

What do I like?

Yes, please. So what?

Yes. So what?

Give me a hand.

I'm busy until Thursday. Call me at the weekend, okay?

Okay.

Nowadays they're just relentless.

The latter, which I gave you,

gone as soon as we finished.

You know what she said?

"I'm sorry, that run away but I have a lot of work. "

And the more I saw her.

And how do you work?

I decided to return to photojournalism.

No more advertising?

I have accomplished nothing. People can not stand advertisers.

Now it's all in the past.

I'm going to the Ivory Coast.

The photos that I will do somebody shake.

Must move, if you want to change the world.

That's it.

Why do you see your with this fool?

He is a good guy.

He always talks about how much he earns.

You're exaggerating.

Is? We'll see.

-Sorry I'm late. -You're a busy man.

Such tubes everywhere.

I had to go on the subway.

Menu, please.

So ...

-How are things going? -Not bad. Thank you.

Be kind, veal.

Only "bad"?

I have an excellent smokes. Here you can smoke?

"Excellent cigarettes?

Yes, excellent smokes.

What do you mean "Excellent smokes?

"Excellent cigarettes" in the sense ...

Okay, let's talk!

Just say it!

How much you earned this month?

C'mon, you're a passion as you tell us!

-No, I do not. -Want.

-No, I do not. -Want!

I'm leaving!

I can not tolerate such disrespect.

Jeff, do not be stupid.

Why do you see your with this psychopath?

In the sense? -He, like a splinter.

No, he's a good guy.

He left without paying.

"I was going to treat him. -Okay, I'll pay you.

I just received prize of 10 thousand euros.

-Hello! -Hello!

I would like to see Monsieur Storey.

Just at this moment everything went wrong.

The luxury hotel where I met

I naively thought with the normal client.

Thank you.

My name is Raphael.

Sit down.

Can you help me write a book?

Exactly.

Better to say that I can help you find the right words.

Excellent.

I already have a name. I thought about calling the book:

"How to score."

This is a play on words. Do you understand?

Because I'm always good scored, on and off the field.

"How to score!"

You are not encouraged.

Oh. Excellent.

Since it usually happens?

Who makes the first sketch?

First what?

I mean, who starts?

Begins to what? -Write!

First, I must write, and then you stroll,

or we write to the queue?

You did not explain a publisher?

I must tell you I have a favorite poet.

Budoler.

"Albatross". It's just about me.

I was wondering ... Tell me if this is stupid.

I thought that we could write a book ...