gets a new look !
Augustin is the next Kung-Fu king. Or so he thinks. His chances of succeding appear slim, it's true, when you look at him... Since Kung-Fu won't come to Augustin, it's Augustin who'll go to Kung-Fu. But China, the cradle of martial arts, is far away. Especially by bike... May as well start with near-Orient, Chinatown-style, that is, in Paris' eastern district. He'll force himself to eat, speak and think Chinese there. And he'll discover new friendships and the prickle of feelings stirred into life by the needles of an exiled acupuncurist. At last he'll live his life without relinquishing his dream.
I have very strange memories of the shoot for the following reasons: the feeling of being in China, when in fact we were in Paris' Chinese neighborhood, Porte de Choisy; the kindness and lively spirits of the neighborhood's inhabitants; learning many things from the director Anne Fontaine, a wonderful, very talented woman whose advice helped me develop as a film actor; my total amazement at the rave reviews the press gave my performance. I simply tried to not stammer, and to act in a simple, true way.