Guillaume Canet is a top actor and director in France. Son of horse breeders, the young man spent his childhood in the countryside near Paris. In his youth, Guillaume wanted to be a horse-rider, and briefly followed a professional career in the sport. A bad fall broke his dreams led to his acting career, and success. After briefly studying acting, he started his career with the success we know. Often cast in roles of naive young men, Canet knew how to be hired for other parts. Chiseled features and real talent brought him to stardom quite soon. A star in France, well-known in continental Europe, Guillaume could become easily one of the greatest actors of the next decade.
He has starred in several films like Joyeux Noël, Love Me If You Dare and The Beach. In 2006, he turned to writing and directing with Tell No One and won a César Award for Best Director. He's currently married to french actress Marion Cotillard, his Love Me If You Dare co-star with whom he has a son Marcel.
Below is a trailer of his best romance film by far,
A young lady should try to peel an apple in one continuous strip. Holding the apple peel in her right hand, she has to whirl around three times and throw the peel over her left shoulder. The peel will form the outline of the first letter of her future husband's name. If the peel breaks, it's an indicator that she will never marry (I've tried this one, and got my peel resembling a J).
If a girl has several young men courting her and is undecided as to which she should choose, on Halloween she should take apple seeds, naming one for each man and stick them to her face. The last seed to fall off is the person she should pick.
Another common method instructed to a girl is to light two candles at midnight, then sit in front of a mirror and eat an apple. She was then instructed to brush her hair. An image of her future lover/husband would appear in the mirror behind her shoulder. Some believe if you catch a snail on Halloween night and lock it into a flat dish, in the morning you will see the first letter of your sweetheart written in the snail's slime.
In Scotland, a woman would name a hazelnut for each of her suitors and toss the nuts into the fireplace. The nut that burned to ashes, rather than popping or exploding, represented the girl's future husband.
If you'd like to see your future husband in a dream, then just place a sprig of rosemary and a silver sixpence under your pillow on Halloween night. If a lady wished to dream of her future husband on Halloween then she could also place her shoes in the shape of a 'T'. The 'T' was believed to be a very potent talisman with connections with the Scandinavian God, 'Thor', the 'T' representing his war hammer. Once she had placed the shoes on the floor she would then have said,
The problem with being a romantic idealist and being in love with Love, is that you can never distinguish between the real thing and a mere infatuation. When you gift love letters and romantic poetry to your latest object of affection without bothering to get to know the real him, you often set the stage in your life for epic rejection and disappointment.
Have you ever been in a situation where your affection for someone was overflowing and been so close to having your emotions reciprocated, only to realize the whole thing was one BIG farce? Where you've called them up not once but thrice, hoping to receive atleast a single call back from them, but it never came. Where you've given them your very own handwritten love poem, only to have to wait forever for a response. A simple smile or a brief glance never took too much of anyone's time. It makes me only feel like I've fallen in love with a psychopath who uses his charm and deceit to flirt with every woman in the universe. He never cares genuinely for anyone but himself and uses the attention he gets from women only as a means of boosting his ego. I hope my poem had the reverse effect on him and screws up every damn thing in his life from now on. Never have I given so much to a single person to just have it thrown back in my face, so unceremoniously. He's just one of the many dicks I've fallen for and intend to fall out of love with as soon as possible. I can only comfort myself by knowing that things eventually do get better for victims of the Night once the sun rises, making the world a brighter and clearer place.
So I was sitting on the steps to my apartment watching the rain, when I found this cute kitten who'd got lost on its way home and had decided to explore our building. All I've found out about her is that she's a really fussy eater and is extremely photogenic ( like most cats)...loves tuna and chicken but hates everything else. She doesn't even bother to sniff at the bread. I've decided to name her Whiskers. Here are a couple of photos of her.
'Choose a career', says Mother. 'Do it perfectly', screams Father. 'Speak up', yell the teachers. 'Die!', screech the relatives. 'Get a life', cries the boy next door who hunts for crabs at night and sleeps during day. 'I don't love you', whispers the man who wishes to be canonized as the greatest saint who ever lived.
That's not what the Girl with Sad Eyes would like to hear. She doesn't wish to live by anyone's rules except her own or do anything she doesn't have the will to do. She's tired of her relatives, their never-ending gossip and primitive talk which makes no sense at all to someone raised in the city. She'd like to fall in love with someone artistic and musically gifted, live in isolation from the rest of the world and die a quick but peaceful death in a world that's too insensitive to her needs and a world which grows less polite with time. The tedious practicalities, routines, numbers and details of an everyday mundane life have begun to wear her out. Although she hasn't lost faith in herself or the hope of a better tomorrow, she soon will. She will endure only a few more of life's brutal beatings upon her fragile spirit and try hard to see the beauty in a world filled with cheap talk, filth and venom before she wastes away like ever other depressed idealist who lived before her. She doesn't paint anymore nor does she sketch nameless faces into her sketch pad. She keeps waiting for something to happen to take her out of her misery like a car accident or a strange incurable illness. Love comes and goes in the form of young men who tease, flirt and pull at her heartstrings but never stay. She comes across an occasional red rose which revives her spirit if only to some extent, until it wilts away. She tries to capture beauty and love that she sees around her in her art and tries to immortalize it, only to find the medium itself fading upon the wall and disintegrating into bits.
She knows of an old man whom everyone calls 'mad'. But only she knows the truth about what happened to him. His is no ordinary madness. He was once a poor violinist...a simple man...an idealist who made the biggest mistake of his life when he decided to marry. The poor artistic soul was soon pulled into the harsh world of liars and opportunists where reality was much different from anything he had ever experienced. His family now consisted of a terribly vain wife, selfish children and an emotionally indifferent sister, all of whom, burst into his quiet world and pulled him down to hell with them. Today, he just chooses not to remember a soul. He isn't really mad. Just beaten at a kind of chess known as Life.
'The Ghost and Mrs. Muir' is a romantic fantasy film starring Gene Tierney and Rex Harrison, based on a 1945 novel written by Josephine Leslie.
Gene Tierney and Rex Harrison
In 20th century England, a widow named Mrs. Lucy Muir searches for a house to live in after an argument with her in-laws. She settles for a cottage along a seaside village called Whitecliff despite being warned that the house is haunted by a captain who apparently committed suicide. She moves into the cottage with her daughter, pet dog and maid and gets into a conversation with the ghost after provoking him to speak. During their quarrel, Lucy discovers that the captain died accidentally in his bed chamber. She tells him to be nicer and not to use uncivilized language with her being a lady and all. They gradually develop feelings for one another, with her being the obstinate but charming young lady and him being a loud and arrogant seaman.
Lucy's in-laws show up at the cottage telling her that she's now become a pauper as her investment income has dried up and that she should return to her late husband's house in London. Lucy refuses them and turns to the ghost for help as he urges her to write a book based on his numerous adventures at sea. She writes as he dictates and goes to the Publisher's with the manuscript. The publisher, greatly impressed by the captain's story, agrees to publish the book. On the way to the publisher's, she meets Miles Fairley who begins flirting with her and even pushes her to ride in a carriage with him. She discovers that he is a well known children's author who writes under the pen-name of Uncle Neddy. This begins a series of flirtatious episodes and courtship which angers the jealous ghost, making him come to the realization that he has fallen in love with Mrs Muir and that it is only healthy for her to carry on a relationship with a 'real' man. He tells Lucy, in her sleep, that she ought to forget him and vanishes.
Lucy wakes up thinking that her quarrels with the Captain were only dreams and comes under the impression that the book was written only by her. Meanwhile, she gets a cheque for the book, enabling her to buy the house and runs to Fairley's house to tell him the good news. She discovers that he is a married man and returns to the cottage with a broken heart and lingering emptiness. She subconsciously longs for the captain, despite believing that his ghost never existed.
She lives in the cottage for several long and lonely years and her grown up daughter visits her from University with her fiance. From their talk, Lucy comes to the realization that the Captain's ghost really had really existed but mysteriously vanished from both her and her daughter's lives. The final scene is her as an aged woman who dies while getting ready for bed at night. She drops her glass of milk and the Captain appears only to pull the spirit of the young Lucy away from the body. The two of them walk down the stairs and out of the front door, into the mist.
Yann Tiersen is a musician from France. His musical career is split between studio albums, collaborations and film soundtracks with a distinctive sound that is always involved. It can be recognized by its use of a large variety of instruments; primarily the guitar, synthesizer or violin together with instruments like the melodica, xylophone, toy piano, harpsichord, accordion and typewriter.
His most famous soundtrack for the film Amélie was primarily made up of tracks taken from his first two studio albums. Below is one of his soundtracks 'Loin des Villes' composed for the film Amelie.
Birthday: 23 June 1970 HIS NATAL ASPECTS:
Sun Trine Jupiter:A trine formed between the Sun and Jupiter shows a generous degree of creative talent making it a favourable aspect for musical expression. Yann has a considerable amount of self-confidence, and he likes himself without being conceited or boastful. He is intelligent, articulate and very well informed on many subjects.
Sun square Uranus:A square formed between the Sun and Uranus shows that Yann is impulsive and unpredictable. He is original, but sometimes impractical. He like to do what he wants at his chosen time and pace. Nervous and accident prone, he may face a few obstacles on his path to success. With time, his views may remain eccentric and liberal, but they become more broadly based and humanitarian.
Moon trine Mercury:The trine formed between the Moon and Mercury shows a shrewd, careful, and sensible mind. Yann has a logical, judicious, and pleasant way of expressing himself and he does it in a straightforward fashion. This aspect is favorable for communicating with others especially through music.
Moon trine Jupiter: The Moon forms a trine with Jupiter showing he possesses a glowing, generous personality. He has a confidence that he can deal with about any crisis in his life and his enthusiasm generates optimism in those around him. His imagination is expansive, and he is able to see ways to work out most problems.
Yann has a powerful aspects between his personal planets and Jupiter. Jupiter being a planet which is associated with freedom, good fortune and exploration and being in trine to his Sun and Moon give him the ability to experiment with different styles and create beautiful music. His Sun square Uranus aspect makes him create pieces which are authentic but different from mainstream instrumental music and slightly risky. Moon trine Mercury shows that he has no trouble expressing himself creatively and can do it with incredible ease.
Amélie is a story about a girl named Amélie whose childhood was suppressed by her Father's mistaken concerns of a heart defect. With these concerns Amélie gets hardly any real life contact with other people. This leads Amélie to resort to her own fantastical world and dreams of love and beauty. She later on becomes a young woman and moves to the central part of Paris as a waitress. After finding a lost treasure belonging to the former occupant of her apartment, she decides to return it to him. After seeing his reaction and his new found perspective - she decides to devote her life to the people around her.
Un Coeur en Hiver (A Heart in Winter)
Beautiful violin virtuoso Camille has two obsessions: the music of Ravel, and a friend of her husband's who crafts violins. But his heart seems to be as cold as her playing is passionate.
Cyrano de Bergerac
A dashing officer of the guard and romantic poet, Cyrano de Bergerac falls in love with his cousin Roxane without her knowing. His one fault in his life, he feels, is his large nose and although it may have been a forming influence in his rapier-sharp wit, he believes that Roxane will reject him. He resorts to writing letters to her on behalf of one of his cadets, Christian, who is also in love with Roxane but just doesn't know how to tell her. She falls for the poetic charm of the letters but believes that they were written by Christian.
Hors De Prix (Priceless)
On the Riviera with her elderly provider to celebrate her birthday, Irene slips down to the hotel bar when he falls asleep on her. She mistakes barman Jean for a well-healed guest and he encourages the deceit by taking her up to the Royal Suite for the night. A year later the same thing happens but this time her lover finds out and disowns her. Now knowing Jean is indeed a barman of little means doesn't stop her from continuing to live in style until his money is gone. He soon finds himself in Irene's business with older and worldly-wise Madeleine, and though Irene also takes up with a new paramour the two of them keep in increasingly close touch.
Jeux d'enfants (Love Me if You Dare)
As adults, best friends Julien and Sophie continue the odd game they started as children -- a fearless competition to outdo one another with daring and outrageous stunts. While they often act out to relieve one another's pain, their game might be a way to avoid the fact that they are truly meant for one another.
1. Just because someone smiles at you on the street, doesn't necessarily mean they like you. It could just be that they're trying to be polite or daydreaming or something.
2. Standing for ages in the centre of a crowded convenience store and gaping at a packet of grated coconut never got anybody anywhere. Yes. It is coconut. And No! Time isn't on your side.
3. Never try 'dusting' clothes outside a window especially when you're born with butter fingers and live on the 2nd floor of a building. Unless of course...you want people to think it's raining socks and underwear.
4. What's the point in trying to communicate in English with a pigeon who's got a brain half the size of yours? You're no Dr. Doolittle.
5. You should probably forget about that crush you had on some boy in kindergarten. It isn't likely that he remembers your name from back then, when he couldn't even spell his own! Get over him already!
6. Using mom's expired make-up isn't a better substitute for the newer stuff. All of it will just ruin your skin.
7. Cursing people behind their backs and in your diaries will never help get the message across to them. You may as well not exist to them in the first place.
8. Eating excess food won't make you as strong...as much as it makes you fat.
9. Telling small white lies to people who love you dearly (not me) isn't something to be proud of...just expect to lose their trust.
10. Stop acting sweet and dumb. It gets on my nerves!
