Hey, remember Laetitia Casta? You probably wouldn’t if you lived in my house growing up, where an entire generation’s worth of Victoria’s Secret catalogs mysteriously disappeared into my private collection. GO AWAY, MOM! I’M STUDYING! The breasty Frenchwoman, who’s somehow only 34, is still around, and she stars in the latest film from director Christophe Barratier, War of the Buttons, starring Guillaume Canet, being released by The Weinstein Company, who just put out a trailer, which you can watch below. Sadly, the title does not seem to refer to Laetitia’s sweater.
Sweet Jesus. That score. That voiceover. That holocaust setting. The kids-playing-adults plot. The constant Spielberg-face shots. I already thought Weinstein was becoming a studio that makes unintentional parodies of Oscar movies after The King’s Speech and The Iron Lady (The horror… the horror…), but this could be their movie-est movie yet.
In Nazi-occupied France, two rival gangs of kids from neighboring villages wage a pretend war on one another while their own country is torn asunder by a real war right outside their doorstep. It’s based on a 1912 French novel by Louis Pergaud that has been adapted for the big screen several times before. [Hitfix]
WOOF. I blacked out after the fourth or fifth string swell. What happened? Did anyone find love in the most unexpected of places?
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This movie has not been directed by Guillaume Canet but by Christope Barratier.
For a brief, shining moment, I read that as ‘War of the Butthorns’. I regret nothing.
If you create an online petition to get this changed I’ll sign.
There can only be one. War of the Buttons.
I can’t remember a damn thing about the movie other than a bunch of naked limey kids running around. Which is how I choose to remember most things.
Well I fucked that link up. Here.
And I just realized this is essentially a remake off the same source material. But still, the original had Colm Meaney and Liam Cunningham aka Davos Seaworth. So take that Frenchies.
The original was a fucking godsend to nine year old me. I called everyone i met a ‘tosspot’ for months after seeing it.
It took years for me to learn what a tosspot was.
There’s also an earlier French version from back in the sixties, as well as yet another French adaptation inventively titled The New War of the Buttons, also from last year. Plenty of naked, pasty kids to go around.
There’s a sentence you don’t get to hear more than a few times every day.
Maybe you don’t…
Oh, zip it.
(Get it?)
Oh I remember her alright, I remember her very well.
…If anyone needs me I’ll be in the garage looking in my old “comic” boxes.
Laetitia Casta is forever the standard of beauty to which no other women can compare. She was so beautiful in her VS days the French government literally put her face on their money.
Ah, that photoshoot was the shining star in my spank bank of my early internet days.
The runway show where she bounces by in that green babydoll then that black chiffon number (from 0:10 here [www.youtube.com] ) was the high point of the 20th Century. Neil Armstrong can kiss my black ass.
That’s not a gang of French kids. That’s a Polish cavalry corps. You can tell by their weaponry.
Hey, remember Laetitia Casta?
Are you f’n kidding me? My penis still refers to 93-98 as “The Time of Unspeakable Horrors”.
“Did anyone find love in the most unexpected of places?”
You…you mean the butt?
Remember her? Frequently, but for about 30 seconds at a time.
True story… a girl I know through the internet once sent me a book of pictures of Laetitia Casta in various states of dress. “Wow, what’s the occasion.” “I was at the book store and she’s the hottest of the Victoria Secret models. I’m not like that, but I’d make out with her.”
Being a guy you know what the next thing was I said. I’ll pause so you can gather your own note. Correct answer: “Could I watch?”. Yeh, that’s me… thinking with the wrong body parts forever.
That’s weird, I’m pretty sure Vince and I are about the same age, but this lady doesn’t look famil…
*squints*
Oh, her!
LAWL French people pretending to fight!