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If you’re aching to see French come out of Justin Timberlake’s face, Paris is the place to be today. Wednesdays are new-release days at the cinémas here. (No, we’re not en route to Tahiti as we’d hoped to be. We had one measly number on the EuroMillions. But no one else won, either. Friday’s jackpot: 146 million euros.)
Lots of French politics on the front pages here today. The weekly L’Express has “Socialist Party: The War of the Three,” between Ségolène Royal, François Hollande, and Martine Aubry, with the primaries a little over a month away.
Le Parisien surveys what eight (!) candidates – the Socialists, far-lefties, far-righties, and centrists, are proposing to fight the economic crisis. And of course front-page soccer coverage. No goals in the France-Romania game last night (0-0), but France will probably make it to the Euro 2012 tournament anyway.
Les Echos features new French taxes to beat down the deficit. Le Figaro leads on the government compromise with its own parliamentary majority on its deficit-trimming plant. The elegant Sophie Marceau gets the cover of Le Figaroscope, the Wednesday supplement, for an Ingmar Bergman play she’s doing on the Champs Elysées from October. But we flipped straight to the taste test of Paris’s Best Brioches. The winner is a catering chain, Lenôtre.
And Libération, after its revelations about Mediator yesterday, has another exclusive about falsified documents on another drug, Protelos, by the same pharmaceutical company, Servier. Libé also features an interview with Italian director Nanni Moretti, whose Cannes-shortlisted papal drama “Habemus Papam” (We Have a Pope), comes out today in France.
At the cinémas, the critics today are highest on “Habemus Papam.” They also favor two French films: “Présumé Coupable” (Presumed Guilty) based on France’s infamous Outreau Affair that saw lives turned upside-down by false pedophilia accusations ten years ago, and “Carré Blanc,” about two orphans who grow up together, get married, fall out of love. Doesn’t sound too peppy. But what it seems the critics don’t care for is seeing French come out of Justin Timberlake’s face.
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