Eat a star.

So high.

Maybe you haven't noticed (the tiny picture over yonder right that graces this blog), but we're endlessly fascinated with this one. For those similarly taken, World Cup Blog has an entire documentary, called Comme dans un rêve (Like a Dream), broken up into ten YouTube clips of varying lengths (about 10 mins apiece, give or take, I think). Enjoy.

How we keep Wu Tang money all up in the family.

My seeds grow with his seeds, marry his seeds.

Can you tell me how good my French is?

Bon jour, money. And au revoir, b*tches.

Not really sure why these Canal+ producers felt "Karma Police" set the appropriate mood for a father-son, side-by-side comparison, but strictly on elegance and symmetry of movement alone, this clip is pretty effective.

Now it is of course ridiculous to start obsessing about 12 year-old Enzo, but for anyone who's watched his pops do, well, just about anything that requires moving a body part, there is a certain recognizable and peerless grace to the way ZZ touches and runs with the ball. And it's remarkable how similar both these, and the particular angles Enzo strikes are to dear old papa. Je dis seulement.

A retour.

Gimme that.

Oh shit.

You ain't even in *mi clase*

But it does look like a class picture, non?

ZZ = Famous Cancerian

Why do you want to sign Zidane when we have Tim Sherwood?

Mogwai, "I Do Have Weapons," found in a clip from Zidane, un portrait du 21e siècle [a 90-minute film detailed fantastically well here.]