On September 3rd 1973, at 6:28pm and 32 seconds, a bluebottle fly capable of 14,670 wing beats a minute landed on Rue St Vincent, Montmartre. At the same moment, on a restaurant terrace nearby, the wind magically made two glasses dance unseen on a tablecloth. Meanwhile, in a 5th-floor flat, 28 Avenue Trudaine, Paris 9, returning from his best friend’s funeral, Eugène Colère erased his name from his address book. At the same moment, a sperm with one X chromosome, belonging to Raphaël Poulain, made a dash for an egg in his wife Amandine. Nine months later, Amélie Poulain was born.

دی‌روز فیلم Amélie Poulain را دیدم. چیزی در موردش نمی‌گویم جز این‌که خیلی دوست داشتم فیلم را من ساخته بودم.

خوش به حال کارگردانی که می‌داند چگونه از گرافیک کامپیوتری برای ایجاد حس وارفتن و آب‌شدن فرد استفاده کند.