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Like so many American kids of his generation, Tom Cruise came of age after America's fall in the war in Vietnam. Tet, My Lai, Cambodia, Kent State: To him these were just names, vague and confusing, void of any historical or emotional charge. The war was simply not part of his concerns or his consciousness.
All afternoon Gerard Depardieu has been talking about his rage for acting, for getting deeply embroiled with auteur directors and their creative torments, for rollicking from film to film, from stage to stage, with an almost reckless abandon and outlaw joy. Now, suddenly, he thrusts up his hand:
In the spring of 1970, using the threads of his own adolescence as guide wires, the French film director Louis Malle inched out onto a dangerous cinematic tightrope. He decided to make a highly personal film about a sensitive young boy coming of age, and he decided to make it not using trained child actors but with fresh faces and raw talent he himself would form.
The Danish film director Gabriel Axel is a man inhabited by two sharply conflicting spirits. Meet Mr. Axel in his modern, functional apartment in Paris and he looks a tall, reedy, austere Scandinavian, a director who values Craft over Passion, Technique over Inspiration. He wears relaxed corduroy slacks but keeps his sweater primly buttoned up tight under his gray spade of a beard.
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