Simon Damiani

A moralist and surrealist fable in which a group of aristocrats have sole access to a private beach in the midst of Paris, where they enact strange games and stylized gestures.

Anne-Marie Stretter, the wife of a French diplomat in 1930s India, takes many lovers to relieve the boredom in her life.

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In a distant planetoid, an industrious but hapless old farmer strives to make his vegetables flourish, however, to no avail.

Her mother had advised her to marry to acquire respectability and material comfort, the obedient little girl married a successful Catholic writer a few years later, giving her two beautiful children, a spacious house, a few servants, and glittering social evenings. But in her thirties, Rose can no longer fall asleep at the side of her husband, who is imperturbably indifferent to her charms and neglects her, to develop, with more attentive ears, endless considerations on divine values in this world. So, in the evening, the young woman lets herself be drawn into pleasantly equivocal reveries. And if the day finds her repentant at the feet of her confessor, the night lurks again with its temptations and the virile torso of a handsome groom straight out of "Lady Chatterley's Lover", one of her clandestine reads.

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A moralist and surrealist fable in which a group of aristocrats have sole access to a private beach in the midst of Paris, where they enact strange games and stylized gestures.

Anne-Marie Stretter, the wife of a French diplomat in 1930s India, takes many lovers to relieve the boredom in her life.

No synopsis available yet.

In a distant planetoid, an industrious but hapless old farmer strives to make his vegetables flourish, however, to no avail.

Her mother had advised her to marry to acquire respectability and material comfort, the obedient little girl married a successful Catholic writer a few years later, giving her two beautiful children, a spacious house, a few servants, and glittering social evenings. But in her thirties, Rose can no longer fall asleep at the side of her husband, who is imperturbably indifferent to her charms and neglects her, to develop, with more attentive ears, endless considerations on divine values in this world. So, in the evening, the young woman lets herself be drawn into pleasantly equivocal reveries. And if the day finds her repentant at the feet of her confessor, the night lurks again with its temptations and the virile torso of a handsome groom straight out of "Lady Chatterley's Lover", one of her clandestine reads.

No synopsis available yet.