MyFrenchFilmFestival shines spotlight on French-language film

MyFrenchFilmFestival is the world’s first online French-language film festival. Now in its 11th year, the festival begins today and runs until February 15, 2021. The festival is run in partnership with RFI.

Once again, it offers internet users worldwide 10 shorts and 10 feature films in competition, as well as several films out of competition, all subtitled in 10 languages.

With comedies, romances, dramas, documentaries, animated films, classics, VR, short films for young audience, this year’s the selection will spotlight the great diversity of French-language cinema.

Last year there was more than 12 million film views across 200 territories last with a special Stay Home edition during the lockdown

Furthermore, around 60 streaming platforms will showcase the festival around the world (Apple TV app, Google Play, Amazon Prime Video and MUBI), which aims to shine the spotlight on a new generation of French-language filmmakers. It also gives internet users the chance to share their enthusiasm – and support –  for French-language cinema.

Five prizes are awarded at the end of the festival, including the Grand Jury Prize, the Audience Awards and the International Press Awards. This year, the International Jury is composed of Monia Chokri, Mounia Meddour, Gianfranco Rosi, Rosalie Varda and Franco Lolli.

Source: MyFrenchFilmFestival shines spotlight on French-language film

“Stop it. It’s over. The election is over.”

by Heather Cox Richardson | January 11, 2020

This morning began with House Democrats filing one article of impeachment against Trump, charging him with “incitement of insurrection.” It makes its case by noting that Trump’s months of lies about the election and his inflammatory speech to the rally on January 6– including lines like “if you don’t fight like hell you’re not going to have a country anymore”—led directly to “violent, deadly, destructive and seditious acts.”

The article also noted Trump’s attempt to subvert the election through his phone call on January 2, 2021, to Georgia Secretary of State Brad Raffensperger, demanding he “find” enough votes to overturn the results of the presidential election in the state. Including this in the impeachment article will prevent Georgia Governor Brian Kemp from pardoning Trump for it.

The article says that Trump is, and will remain, “a threat to national security, democracy, and the Constitution if allowed to remain in office, and has acted in a manner grossly incompatible with self-governance and the rule of law.” He must be removed from office and disqualified from any future positions in the U.S. government.

This document and the procedures around it tell us far more than their simplicity suggests.

Continue reading ““Stop it. It’s over. The election is over.””

British-Indian novelist writes an awesome farewell to Trump administration

A political fond farewell from British-Indian novelist Hari Kunzru

“Mike Pence, you repressed joyless would-be witchfinder, every time you spoke you always looked like you were straining to expel an enormous bolus of your own hypocrisy from your clenched sphincter.

“Betsy DeVos, you blandly foolish soulless entitled child-stealing witch, rotting like a corpse inside your Chanel suit.

“Kayleigh McEnenay, you evacuated husk of a mean-girl cheerleader, the cavity where your heart once was pumped full of spite and moronic lies.


“Bill Barr, you vast pompous pus-filled bladder of casuistry, you are an enemy of justice, bloated with resentment and cruelty, wobbling like a jelly at the feet of the oligarchs.

“Jared Kushner, you vacuous dainty preening overpromoted nub of mediocrity, squeezed like an entitled smear of toothpaste into a silk suit bought with tear-stained dollars wrung out of the suffering tenants of your slum apartments.

“Ivanka Trump, you monstrous slug of vanity, you infantile ninny so marinaded in self-regard that in your pea brain you believe we ought to love you for your crimes.

“Mike Pompeo, you bubble, you booby, you flatulent zero, that roiling in your ample guts that you mistake for world shaking significance is just the acid reflux of irrelevancy.

“Don Junior, you scabrous single-nostriled unloved elephant-murdering human wreckage, vibrating with bitterness and impotent rage at all the opportunities you’ve squandered.


“Interlude: all you staffers and interns, so eager to crunch your way in your shiny new work shoes over the bodies of the poor and powerless, I smite you and cast you out one by one.


“Eric Trump, you pallid clammy suppurating nocturnal semi-human grub, your absence of charisma is your only notable trait and the act of flushing you from memory will so be smooth and painless that in a month people will find it hard to picture your moon face.

“Rudy Giuliani, you capering cartoonish skull-faced bag of graft and corruption, too stupid even to ask who’s pulling your strings just so long as you can cake your crusty face in tv make-up and clack your jaw at a camera.


“And of course Stephen Miller, you weeping pustule upon the social body, you dreg, you homunculus, you noxious slime felched from the gaping cavity of Jim Crow, one day may you find yourself walking barefoot across hot sand, desperate for water, crying for your missing child.


“With that I’ll rest a while, and go to find a street corner to dance on.”


Hari Kunzru