Camus

Every film has some fictional content

and no one can claim to reprodue the exact complexity of a man'se

about which everyone holds a personal opinion

That's mine, shithead.

Don't call me that!

Your father sells tripe, doesn't he?

And you have a Boche name, Camu.

- What? - Camus is a Boche name.

You're a Boche!

Stop it!

Stop it! What's the matter with you?

No more of that!

You find this amusing?

How about your homework?

You, have you done your maths problem?

- No. - No what?

No, sir.

You'd better go home now! All of you.

Not you. I want to talk to you.

Look at your shirt.

Your grandma and your mother are going to love it...

Why did he say that? Dad wasn't a Boche, he was Alsa.

First of all, the Boches are Germans.

That kind of thing can start a fight or a war.

I knew your father well. He was my mate during the war.

He was a brave man.

He wouldn't want his son to cry for him.

Adapted from Albert Camus: A Lie by Olivier TODD

It all sounds very good...

but who's going to pay?

If he wins a grant, he won't have to pay anything.

He'll be given breakfast and lunch at the lycée.

And who's going to bring money e if he doesn't work?

He's still little.

His brother worked.

- How long is it going to be? - 6 years.

You heard that? 6 years!

Because he's bright.

That's no excuse!

What would he do after that?

He could become a schoolmaster,

if he wants to, like me.

He's bright.

What happened to your shirt?

- Another fight? - It snagged.

Madam...

I'd really like to speak to you in private.

Don't just stand there, go get water at the fountain.

What's up, Albert? Can't carry it anymore?

"Outside the day and the heat were beginning to fade.

At that hour when the workshops ran at full capacity,

the street livened up and the sky turned green."

"At that hour when the workshops ran at full capacity,

the neighbourhood was empty and silent."

Dad, they're here!

They're here!

There.

Do you think he's told her?

If he has, it'll be tough.

If he hasn't, it'll be worse.

Come on down, Albert. The Gallimards have arrived.

It took us two good hours.

Stop it! Come on, Floc. Lie down!

We'll have to put him somewhere.

You have a new haircut!

Very observant.

He had the same haircut in Algea when we met.

- Do you like it? - It makes you look younger.

Francine, show Recto and Verso around the house.

I'll take their luggage.

I see, he's calling us Recto and Verso again.

Aren't those your names?

The dining room.

The furniture is beautiful!

Albert bought everything.

And where does he work?

He had a partition built in the attic to make his study.

I need to see that.

Albert seems to have emerged from the tunnel.

Doesn't he?

He's writing again, that's what counts.

Have you seen the landscape?

I feel like I could reach out and touch Algeria.

If I'm to publish you, I expect some indulgence.

If you're to publish me?

You haven't decided yet?

Of course I have.

I've waited for your book for 6 years to set up my compan.

I think my mother would feel at home here.

I worry about her out there.

How is she?

Not very well.

Her rheumatism is making it harder for her to walk.

Isn't it a bit isolated in wint? For you, I mean.

It was worth it, believe me.

"The First Man" is a good title.

You could at least tell me what it's about.

I'd rather have you read it.

But not now. This is only the first draft.

Just a few words.

- Am I disturbing you? - Not at all.

I tried to make him talk about his novel. Impossible!

He keeps it like the crown jewe.

You have to do the shopping.

Have you told Francine yet?

I've tried many times.

- You haven't told her anything? - No.

The more you wait, the harder it'll be for her.

Mr Camus!

Could you sign your book for me?

You shouldn't have bought it, Mrs Pierre.

I'd have given you one.

Thank you.

Have you told the Gallimards about your publishing company?

There's no point doing that until it's done.

My family is so united, I'll be like a traitor.

So what?

That's often what they call those who are true to themselve.

I'm used to that.

It's going to be a liberation yr

for you and for me.

- A theatre encyclopaedia! - Do you like it?

Thank you very much.

What's that?

A telescope! I'm impressed!

A golden watch! What for? Michel, Jeanine, you're mad!

You're spoiling them, it's ridiculous.

Not at all. It's New Year's Eve.

You're ruining

all my efforts to teach them about wealth and poverty.

It's important for me to teach m the value of money!

What would my mother say?

- She'd be happy for them. - No!

- She would. - She'd feel an outsider to the.

Stop it, Dad.

You know what she sent them for Christmas?

Sweets and oranges.

- I used to get the same thing. - I have a suggestion.

If our gifts bother you, let's throw them in the garbage.

I could hardly throw War and Pee in the garbage.

And you'd wait long till I threw my bracelet away.

Anyway, I'll still say you must consider the display of wealth..

Indecent.

- And extravagant expenditures? - Scandalous.

Well done.

You're so well brought up.

You can laugh.

Anyway, when I think about my mother,

I feel I belong to a noble race.

A noble race? What are you talking about?

The race of people who covet nothing.

I really know nothing about it.

He doesn't trust me either.

What are you saying?

It's his first novel in six yea.

Six years! And he won't let me read a single line!

It never used to be that way.

Come on!

Say something about it, we won't tell anyone.

Well...

I think I'm getting into a third creative cycle.

No, I can't speak about it now.

Go on! You've started!

First, there was the cycle of the absurd

with The Outsider, The Myth of Sisyphus...

Then the cycle of the revolt: The Plague,

- The Rebel ... - Stop it, it's embarrassing.

Go on, what's your third cycle?

- Dad. - What?

- Can we try the telescope outs? - Sure.

I'll go with them.

It's going to be about love.

What's so funny about that?

You're going to write about lov!

You've never been able to love.

Ten years earlier

- That's not the face of love. - Who says so?

I do, Dora!

You are a woman and you have a sad idea of love.

That's not the question.

It's whether or not we're going to drop bombs

on those children!

"Children"... That's all you sa!

Even in destruction...

Even in destruction there is an order, there are li.

There are no limits!

The fact is, you don't believe in the revolution.

Stepan, underlying your words,

I see a sort of despotism which, if it sets in,

will make a murderer of me, although I try to defend justic.

We were less good than yesterda.

No, the public was.

- Stop sulking. - You and your buffoonery!

I nearly cocked up.

You got four curtain calls.

You can be such an idiot someti.

No... It's no fun if you do it all yourself.

This is my favourite part.

Why are you laughing? You're doing it again?

This time, it's pleasure.