[image: Mathieu Amalric, a small white guy with floppy dark hair and a bit of a beard, wearing a suit without a tie. He’s sitting behind a table or desk with his hands clasped in front of him.]

I borrowed The Diving Bell and the Butterfly from the library and watched it today. It shot straight to the top of the “movies that have made me bawl my eyes out” list. Holy god. I actually had to pause it after the worst (best?) scene and look at inconsequential things on the internet for a few minutes, because otherwise I would have been trapped in an emotional death spiral all day.

However, it also reminded me that Mathieu Amalric has a place on, uh, one of my other lists.

[image: Mathieu Amalric, a small white guy with floppy dark hair and a bit of a beard, wearing a suit without a tie. He’s sitting behind a table or desk with his hands clasped in front of him.]

I borrowed The Diving Bell and the Butterfly from the library and watched it today. It shot straight to the top of the “movies that have made me bawl my eyes out” list. Holy god. I actually had to pause it after the worst (best?) scene and look at inconsequential things on the internet for a few minutes, because otherwise I would have been trapped in an emotional death spiral all day.

However, it also reminded me that Mathieu Amalric has a place on, uh, one of my other lists.

(Source: fuckyeahmathieuamalric)