There's nothing like boarding school to bring out the latent Gerard Depardieu lover in all of us–who knows why. But after a few mind-bending winters, a GQ magazine or two, scary girls riding motorcycles and pretentious teachers and pretentious students and some not tasty butternut squash laced with French Cinema, then you got, well, despair. Loneliness. Mistranslations. Everything but mostly nothing. High School. Love. Par excellence–à la Depardieu.
