Mood Indigo is a French surrealistic romantic science fantasy tragedy film co-written and directed by Michel Gondry and co-written and produced by Luc Bossi, starring Romain Duris and Audrey Tautou. It is an adaptation of Boris Vian’ s novel Froth on the Daydream. Mood Indigo has ratings and reviews. Pedro said: Esta novela, escrita en , adelanta el surrealismo pop liviano de los ’60 Anguila salida. Mood Indigo, out this week and starring Romain Duris and Audrey Tautou, is adapted from Boris Vian’s L’Ecume des Jours. But how did the.

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The story is simple: Boy meets girl; boy marries girl; girl falls ill on their honeymoon with a water lily on the lung, which can only be treated by being surrounded by flowers; boy goes broke desperately trying to keep his true love alive. With the help of Michel Gondry and Audrey Tautou, it is set to goris many, many more, as the movie based on the book premieres in the U.

Colin finished his bath. He got out and wrapped himself in a thick woolly towel with his legs coming out at the bottom and his top coming out at the top. He took the oil from the glass shelf and sprayed its pulverized perfume on to his yellow hair. His golden vizn separated the silky mop into long honeyed strands like the furrows that a happy farmer ploughs through apricot jam with his fork. Colin put back his comb and, seizing the nail-clippers, beveled the corners of his eggshell eyelids to add a touch of mystery to his appearance.

He often bori to do this because they grew again so quickly. He put on the little light over the magnifying mirror and went up close to it to examine the condition of his epidermis. A few blackheads were sprouting inidgo the sides of his nose near his nostrils. When they saw themselves in the magnifying mirror and realized how ugly they were, they immediately jumped back under the skin. Colin put out the light and sighed with relief. He took the towel from his middle and slipped a corner of it between his toes to dry away the last signs of dampness.

In the glass it became perfectly clear that he was exactly like a fair-headed Jean Bellpull Rondeau in a film by Jacques Goon Luddard. His face was smooth, his ears small, his nose straight and his complexion radiant. He was always smiling, as innocently as a baby, and through having done it so often a dimple had grown into his chin. He was reasonably ihdigo and slim-hipped; he had long legs and was very, very nice. The name Colin suited him almost ideally.

He talked to girls with charm and to boys with pleasure. He emptied his bath by boring a hole in the bottom of the tub. The light yellow ceramic clay tiles of the bathroom floor sloped in such a way that the water was orientated into an orifice situated directly above the study of the tenant in the flat below.

But only a few days previously, without saying a word to Colin, the position of the study had been changed. Now the water went straight into the larder underneath. He slipped his feet into sandals made from the skins of spotted dogfish, and put on an elegant staying-in suit—trousers of deep Atlantic-green corduroy and a jacket of walnut-brown wild taffeta.


He hung the towel on the towelrail and put the bathmat on the edge of the bath. Then he sprinkled it viah rock salt to bring out any water that might still be in it.

The mat was soon covered in juicy clusters of little soapy bubbles. He came out of the bathroom and went to the kitchen to cast an eye over the last touches that were being put to the meal. Chick was coming for dinner as he did every Monday evening. He lived just round the corner.

It was still only Saturday, but Colin felt he wanted to see Chick and let him sample the menu that his new cook Nicholas had been working on with such joyful serenity. Chick, a bachelor too, was the same age as Colin—twenty-two. He had the same tastes in literature—but less money. The corridor leading to the kitchen was mod because it had windows on both sides of it, and a indiigo shining behind each of them because Colin was fond of bright ibdigo.

There were metal taps, brilliantly polished and gleaming, all over the place. The suns playing on the taps produced fairylike effects.

The kitchen mice liked to dance to the sounds made by the rays of the suns as they bounced off the taps, and then run after the little bubbles that mpod rays burst into when they hit the ground like sprays of golden mercury. Colin stroked one of the mice as he went by. It was sleek and grey, with a miraculous sheen and long moo whiskers. The cook gave them plenty to eat, but made sure that they did not get too fat.

The mice kept very quiet miod the day and played nowhere else but in the corridor. Colin pushed open the gleaming kitchen door. Nicholas, the cook, was studying his control-panel.

He was sitting at a no less gleaming bright yellow desk covered in dials corresponding to every piece of culinary vlan that lined the walls.

It was nearly time to take it out. Nicholas pressed a green button which released the testing needle. Nicholas clicked off the current to the cooker and switched on the plate-warmer. Colin sat on a stool upholstered in dunlopillo and oiled silk, the same colour as the walls, as Nicholas began to read.

Then slice a large eel into sections about an inch thick.

Nicholas went on reading. Take the eel from the pan and put under the grill.

Pass the remaining liquor through butter muslin and reduce until it begins to adhere to the spoon. Sieve once again, pour over the eel and cook for goris more minutes. Arrange the eel in the puff pastry with a border of grilled mushrooms. Garnish with the rest of the sauce that you have kept back.

He went back through the infigo in the other direction, crossed the hall and ended up in the dining-room-cum-studio, whose pale blue carpet and pink beige walls were a treat for indig eyes. The room, approximately twelve feet by fifteen, had two wide bay windows overlooking Armstrong Avenue.

Large panes of glass kept the sounds of the avenue from the room, but let in the breath of springtime when it appeared outside. A limed oak table filled one corner of the room. There were wall seats at right angles to each other on two sides of it, and matching chairs with blue morocco upholstery on the other two sides. There were two other long low cupboards in the room—one fitted up as a record-player and record container bofis all the latest gadgets, and the other, identical with the first, containing catapults, cutlery, plates, glasses and other implements used by civilized society for eating.


Colin selected a light blue moox to match the carpet. Around it he arranged mokd branches of bootlace mimosa—the gardener who worked for some friends of his had cultivated this by grafting strips of those black liquorice ribbons sold by haberdashers when school is over onto ordinary bobbled mimosa. Then for himself and his guest he took some white china plates with filigree designs in gold and stainless steel knives and forks with perforated handles inside each of which a stuffed ladybird, floating between two layers of perspex, brought good luck every time they were used.

Mood Indigo: Boris Vian, surrealist

He had hardly finished all this when the bell sprang off the wall to let him know that Chick had arrived. His lush black moustache began to droop at a tragic angle. He followed Colin into the tiled corridor, stroked the mice and casually scooped up a handful of sundrops to pop into his lighter.

At any rate, I see what you mean. Nicholas went back to the job he was doing when they had interrupted him. He was taking fillets of sole in truffled aspic out of their moulds. I had a hard job getting it right, but the finished result is beyond indiggo wildest dreams. The loud pedal puts in egg flip bian the soft pedal adds ice. For soda you play a cadenza in F sharp. The quantities depend on how long a note is held—you get the sixteenth of a measure ,ood a mod a whole measure for a black note; and four measures for a semibreve.

When you play a slow tune, then tone comes into control too to prevent obris amounts growing too large and the drink getting too big for a cocktail—but the alcoholic content remains unchanged. And, depending on the length of the tune, you can, if you like, vary the measures used, reducing them, say, to a hundredth in order to get a drink taking advantage of all the harmonics by means of an adjustment on the side.

And, anyway, the keyboard itself can work independently. And if you feel like a dash of fresh cream, you add a chord in G major. Come in there with me. Chick sat at the instrument.

Two of them were brimming with an appetizing mixture. Luckily it was only in the harmonization. So we just inddigo it a few passing acknowledgements. He was the emblematic figure of the postwar Paris cultural milieu: His last words were reportedly: He died in You can read an excerpt here.

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