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Mar. 11th, 2008 06:47 pmSo, I haven't been updating my dream diary even when I've had something to put into it. This afternoon, I ended up taking a nap despite my vow to get everything done by 6:30 (which, as a result, I did not), and my horribly conflicted subconscious came up with this:
I was in a college French class taught by a sort of aging hipster. Over the course of the dream, he gave two extra credit assignments. One was to describe (En français s'il vous plaît)the process of undocking our hypothetical houseboats and moving them down the Seine, along with a description of the "murder, romance, or scandal" which had prompted the move. The other one was to write a review of a French New Wave filmmaker's work. However, this caused chaos in the classroom because he had such a ridiculously narrow view of what had constituted the French New Wave movement that only one artiste (his favorite) qualified. This led to a shouting match where he declared that cinematic expression had peaked in 1963* and everything that came after was crap, and I told him that he was the antithesis of nouvelle vague because instead of being in tune with what was coming next, he was trying to hang onto the past.
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Note that I've never had a teacher... or known a person... quite like this. My college French instructor was a batty old Flammand.
I was in a college French class taught by a sort of aging hipster. Over the course of the dream, he gave two extra credit assignments. One was to describe (En français s'il vous plaît)the process of undocking our hypothetical houseboats and moving them down the Seine, along with a description of the "murder, romance, or scandal" which had prompted the move. The other one was to write a review of a French New Wave filmmaker's work. However, this caused chaos in the classroom because he had such a ridiculously narrow view of what had constituted the French New Wave movement that only one artiste (his favorite) qualified. This led to a shouting match where he declared that cinematic expression had peaked in 1963* and everything that came after was crap, and I told him that he was the antithesis of nouvelle vague because instead of being in tune with what was coming next, he was trying to hang onto the past.
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Note that I've never had a teacher... or known a person... quite like this. My college French instructor was a batty old Flammand.
*Direct Dream-Quote: "Lee Harvey Oswald killed cinema. It died in 1963."