Why Speak French?
Often the appeal of a particular film or film genre has a lot to do with the escapism it offers. I love to travel, and more than once I’ve invested more than a few hours of my time watching a movie I had no other interest in except for the location. I especially like to travel in France, and because of this I’ve sat through more than my fair share of movies that just didn’t work, simply for the chance to hear a little French or imagine myself in a beautiful and ancient setting. Could I live there? How difficult could it be? How would I support myself? At this point definitely not as a translator, but some day, who knows?
Many of the movies I chose to watch based solely on the filming location turned out to be extraordinarily good. Angel-A is a prime example, as is The 400 Blows. Both of these movies were filmed in Paris but would have been great even if they were set in a different locale. Being set in Paris was just icing on the cake.

Successful film making attempt or not, I always try to learn at least one or two words or phrases whenever I’m watching a French movie. I dream of being fluent, but at this point I’m still at the David Sedaris level. If you aren’t sure what I mean by that last statement check out David’s excellent book, “Me Talk Pretty One Day.” It hilariously drives home the point that it’s nice to speak a few words of the French language.
French Conversations
On our last trip to Paris I stumbled along using what I call “Phrase book French,” and while I was treated with the utmost kindness for attempting to speak the French language, I longed for more. Countless times during our short three day visit French speaking locals attempted to engage me in conversation. Each encounter became an exercise in pantomime as we struggled to understand each other.
Years ago I learned a few words in French from a native speaker. She was a tough teacher, insisting that I pronounced each word exactly right before moving on to the next. Her dedication may be the reason I sometimes get puzzling looks whenever I’m in Paris. I can tell you in flawless, grammatically and idiomatically correct, properly enunciated French that I don’t, in fact, actually speak French. More than one Frenchman (or Frenchwoman) has stepped back and given me the once-over, trying to decide if I’m telling them the truth or if I’m just being a jerk.
French Lessons at Last
I’ve finally gotten serious about learning to speak French, and I’m devoting a minimum of a half hour a day to French lessons. To be honest, carving out a half hour per day was, so far, a lot more difficult that the lessons themselves. I look forward to the day when I’m approaching fluency, not only because knowing French will enrich my experience when I travel, but also because I’d like to be able to watch a French film without needing the subtitles.