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....... I left my French class and I went to see The French Class. I leave the walls of the campus that I was assigned to get me Entre les Murs. Expected to pay the entry meet the deactivation superartificiero prejudice, I would super-clear to the rest of my career to be cut the red wire, because that will detonate the bomb of intolerance. Feel the thrill of applause after the question or is it the blue wire?, And spectacular redemption for the sin of injustice. The model that transforms the Sisyphean effort of climbing each time the level of quality of life that culture, curiosity, creativity, humanity to kids who have no chance. I dreamed I was an emotional performance that would value the importance of this profession that manages the thin wires that hang the lives, and as in the burial of movie real bomb, or rather of the bomb to go when we fail to Indeed, I imagined the spark that produces the contemplation of a work of art, the creative genius that would transform reality, where all the excitement germinate; another party more color on the ruins ...
But even in the screen are already heroes which imitate, or models that at least about one hour could ("could?) redemption. Because the main characters play themselves and their stories are impossible to tell a story. Because in that kind Babel maybe you have stories in languages that do not understand, but the result still the same story.
Another twist on the classroom, but Michelle's beauty, not elegance of Sydney, the sensitivity of Tavernier, not even sound track ... Maybe a mirror effective (The documentary is that) where parents should come to see what their children from the walls to make them aware of what they are playing ... but at this that speaks the mirror returns the image of himself, his own history La Classe.
I was waiting for the bell to ring to get into the next room to watch a movie.
But even in the screen are already heroes which imitate, or models that at least about one hour could ("could?) redemption. Because the main characters play themselves and their stories are impossible to tell a story. Because in that kind Babel maybe you have stories in languages that do not understand, but the result still the same story.
Another twist on the classroom, but Michelle's beauty, not elegance of Sydney, the sensitivity of Tavernier, not even sound track ... Maybe a mirror effective (The documentary is that) where parents should come to see what their children from the walls to make them aware of what they are playing ... but at this that speaks the mirror returns the image of himself, his own history La Classe.
I was waiting for the bell to ring to get into the next room to watch a movie.
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. DOSSIER
Entre les murs
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