When I was telling my friends that my arm was in Amélie, they thought I had gone nuts. The excerpt with my arm was shown on the Cesars night (the french Oscars). By the way, it almost won an Oscar. [I had lunch with Audrey Tautou, but that's another story.] It was a time when I was doing a lot of crap casting calls and, when I was lucky enough to be chosen, it was for an advertising in which I was blurred (for Société Générale) or another which was never displayed (Kléber), or for a catalogue promoting dowdy clothes… (the XL shirt had to be adjusted to me with needles ; catalogue for summer clothes, pictures shot in the winter, in Vincennes woods devastated by a tornado, I was nonchalantly holding a fishing rod, wearing a shirt(another) with short sleeves that had been cut with scissors because they hadn’t got the right one.
Oddly enough, I can’t find this catalogue.