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I looked in my crystal ball and saw that Michel Gondry is making a French movie. That’s a first. What’s the most American of our filmmakers (he’s always claimed he’s French but I know that Parisian accent is fake) doing making a movie across the pond? For one thing, he’s been able to cast France’s leading man Romain Duris (no, it’s not Guillaume Canet as you might have presumed), along with the Gauls’ answer to Natalie Portman, Audrey Tautou (Amelie). More to the point, however, is that the film is a book adaptation from a Boris Vian novel, called “L’écume des jours,” which in English roughly translates as “The seafoam of the days” (the official English title is “Froth on the daydream”).

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