Et cela dix fois dans un jour
Patrice Chéreau has died. His opera stagings were legendary. I knew him because he was a marvelous Camille Desmoulins in Andrzej Wajda's Danton (1983)—better-looking than the paintings, but just as snarky, mercurial, scared, and passionate as the contemporary accounts and decades of fandom since—and for that one role I miss him. I should see some of his movies. I hope his operas are on film.
