An Endless Wedding (Un mariage sans fin)

The day I met Louna,

I knew right away that she would change my life.

Are you ready?

Not at all.

Let's get out of here.

We'll take the four-wheeler!

Okay, I'm driving.

Come on, let's get them!

They're following us!

Turn left!

- What? - Left!

- Shall we? - Absolutely!

It was during a wedding.

And I wasn't feeling so great.

I don't have any friends like you.

No, no, no, no.

No, no friends.

My dear Gala.

You're sort of like my blood sister.

No, not "blood." That's anxiety-inducing.

This is your wedding day. It's a big day.

Let's celebrate it with some music.

With music.

What are you doing?

I don't know. Giving you a hug?

Yes, but I don't have time.

Paul, please, be in a good mood today.

You know it's an important day for me. My best friend's getting married.

I need some affection.

Here, take Sophie. And I'll get ready.

It's going to be a great day.

I don't like weddings.

And when you're feeling down,

it's even more difficult to put up with the idiotic table plans,

the chocolate fountains,

and the obligation to always be happy.

Especially when you're a plus-one that no one notices.

It's awful.

- So, did you find her? - Who?

- Our daughter. - She's right here.

The most beautiful of brides.

No, I'm talking about...

- Louna? - There you go.

She wasn't in her room. Who knows where she is.

- Friends! - It's Luc!

Quiet down! Please!

Please, quiet down! Let's listen to Luc.

- Thank you, Jordi. - Go ahead, Luc.

So...

First things first. As-Salaam-Alaikum.

Wa-Alaikum-Salaam, Luc.

Thanks, Jordi, I'm coming.

- Dad. - Yes?

Hello, everyone.

Hello, Justine.

- How are you, beautiful? Didn't forget? - I'm well.

About what? My wedding?

- So, is everything okay here? - It's great.

- Can I still marry your daughter? - Can you ever!

Only because you're already taken.

- Well? - Oh, my God!

- How's my little ho? - He came!

That's him! That's my guy!

- That's great! Oh, yeah! - That's great!

I really don't like weddings.

My dear Gala.

My friend.

My sister.

This is for you.

I don't have any friends like you No, no, no, no.

No, no friends.

- Is she finished or... - I don't know.

Bravo, Justine!

Bravo!

This is why I haven't seen you lately.

I've been practicing a lot, which takes lots and lots of time...

- Bravo! - Thank you very much.

- And now, we welcome the maid of honor... - "Choukran"?

and Gala's big sister, Louna!

Go.

- I doubt she has anything prepared. - She does. You'll see.

Good evening.

How are you?

- See? - Wait.

Monday.

Tuesday.

- Wednesday. - Who's that?

Thursday.

- Isn't that your boyfriend? - Maybe.

Friday.

Saturday.

And after Saturday?

- Sunday? - Good.

Oh, yes, that what we call daily life.

Days that pass us by,

weeks that are exactly alike,

years that fly by.

And at the end

death.

But daily life is to love what the wind is to fire.

It blows the little ones out and fans the big ones.

And never, and I mean never,

has there been a bigger love than that of Luc and...

Gala.

Bravo.

Together, they've broken the curse of daily life.

Together, they've built a magnificent palace with bricks of joy.

A palace beyond time and space,

where daily life cannot reach them.

Raise your glasses, friends,

to celebrate the union of these two souls.

To Luc and...

Gala.

Perfect.

Bravo!

- Shall we do our thing? - Sure thing.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Friends. Friends, please.

To thank you for coming,

and in homage to Morocco, my adopted country,

"Ya ray ah."

Come on!

- Come on! - No way!

Come on!

This wasn't planned.

Come on!

Come on!

Everyone!

Yeah!

"Ya ray ah" is an Algerian song, not Moroccan.

With your little vest.

I'd love to take it and shove it up your ass.

Then I'd soak the end in gasoline and set it on fire,

and let the flame travel up the length of your intestine,

resulting in the explosion of your gastrointestinal system.

That'd be great.

That's a very precise description.

Yes. I'm all about detail.

Nadya, two vodkas, please.

Do I know you?

Nadya, dearest.

Damascus rosewater with a hint of orange blossom.

Am I right?

I know I'm right.

Yes, it's my perfume.

Okay, cheers!

Can I have the same thing?

- That's better. - Want some more?

At any rate, you're classy.

You made a great effort for this wedding.

And congrats on your speech. It was personal, sincere, moving.

How long did it take to write?

Paul, a pleasure.

Louna.

Thanks for earlier, you saved my life.

- We've got to look out for one another. - Yeah? Why's that?

To survive this never-ending wedding.

So you don't believe in the magic of love.

I typed "wedding speech" into ChatGPT.

I agree with Céline.

That love is the infinite placed within the reach of poodles.

In other words, you're born alone,

you die alone, and between the two, drink as much as you can.

Hallelujah, brother.

I can't take it anymore.

- Take what? - This whole charade.

Come on, let's go.

- Go where? - I don't know. Anywhere, let's go.

Okay. Your girlfriend won't like it.

How'd you know she was here?

Intuition.

No, this isn't right...

This is awful. You're not going to do anything?

She's having a good time, at least.

Stop!

- You want me to stop? - Yes.

No, no, I'm free.

Oh, yes, oh, no!

She's full of contradictions.

She's a complicated woman.

She seems to really enjoy it.

It depends who she's with.

Oh, yeah, you...

You have no more pride, no more self-esteem,

nothing, zilch?

You've done a good job summing up my state of mind.

Things aren't much better with me.

It's not a contest.

Good, because I'd destroy you.

- Go ahead, start. - No, you first.

No, I insist.

No, no, no!

I love it! No, this isn't right.

I only sleep with unavailable men,

obviously, I drink like a fish,

my sister is marrying before me,

and my mother can't remember my name.

Okay, you win. Respect.

Again, again, again! No, no, no!

You don't want to...