The Vincent |
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Montreal World Film Festival - "Peau d'ange" |
Not having followed his career, I did not know what he looked like. Moreover, I have the annoying tendency to confuse him with Vincent Martinez and Sergi Lopez for obvious syntactic reasons. For 48 hours I sought Vincent Perezx as much as the girl in Chacun chereche son chat. I searched for so long that I was weary. On Saturday evening at the door of the Misonneuve room, I didn't think any more of him, only of the beautiful David Boutin, who came in my direction... Being a fan, I advanced timidly toward him to say bonsoir (good evening). "Bonsoir," he answered me with a smile like we had always known each other. I followed his glance for one moment before taking my place in line. And then a bell started to ring in my head, while a flash of clarity crossed my conscience. I rewound the 30-second-old film of our meeting and then sank in shame. It was not David Boutin, whom I had just greeted like a tart. It was
Vincent Perez!
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