When Germain visits his wife’s museum, we can see various artworks made out of sexual things, including a painting of a Swastika made out of penises, and sex dolls of various dictators, including one of Hitler.
Claude imagines Rapha’s parents having sex; the scene is in the dark so we don’t see much other than a brief glimpse of Esther’s breast.
Rapha mentions to Claude that apparently Germain’s wife owns a ‘porno shop’.
During an argument, Esther accuses Raphael Sr. of going to a ‘hooker bar’

Claude and Jeanne are seen in bed; while there is no nudity it’s implied that they have had sex.
Rapha kisses Claude before leaving in a hurry.


Film review:Translated by www.rabudo-ru.com


I, Claude Garcia, am 16 years old. My mother ran away from home when I was 9, and my father was half paralyzed. I’ve wanted to know what an ordinary family looks like since I was a child. Last summer, I sat on the park bench and peeped at my classmate Raphael’s family. They satisfy all my fantasies about an ordinary middle-class family. I entered the family and left again. But when I kiss Raphael’s mother, when I say goodbye to take her away, readers, don’t be confused by words. All this is just the story I wrote to you and the story I know you will read. What I am most satisfied with in this story is that on a stormy night, I watched Rafael’s parents make love and witnessed a little life born in absentminded copulation.

What is the real story? I, Claude Garcia, the hero of the story, need my French teacher Gilman. But there are obstacles in the process: 1. Mr. Gilman’s position (relative to me) is high; 2. Mr. Gilman has a wife. So the key question is: what happens next?

Mr. Gilman is a good teacher with first-class literary taste and the first person to appreciate me. Unfortunately, he has no talent for literary creation. In short, he has no imagination. (this is what he most wants to see in the students, ironic?) I told him a story about peeping in my “to be continued” composition, because I know that there is nothing more curious than peeping into other people’s lives at moral risk; Curiosity is the virgin field of imagination. I love my teacher, so I seduce him. Mr. Gilman soon wanted to know more. In order to keep the plot going, he even helped me steal my math test paper so that I could stay in the house. However, if the protagonist just looks at the scenery from the window, is it still called the back window? My teacher Gilman began to think that my peeping was like a gossip relative. He wanted me to establish contact with the character – conflict. When he was dissatisfied with the conflict I wrote in his composition, he even created the conflict himself. I believe Mr. Gilman had every reason to be angry when the headmaster asked him why he made Rafael difficult in his office. But I believe his subconscious mind is really trying to make things difficult for Raphael, because he knows that it will help Raphael and me “establish a strong connection”. When the subconscious replaced reason, Mr. Gilman finally devoted himself to this literary creation. After that, readers will find that he enters the house with me, and we enter other people’s houses together to comment on the development of the plot. Our position gap is gradually narrowing – when I said in a critical tone, “because he is not talented enough, so he is perverse”, he didn’t think he would accept it. He no longer just regarded me as a student, but a completely equal and qualified author to comment on him.

Of course, my ultimate goal is to completely change our teacher-student relationship, which is too easy. When I said I needed to steal the test paper to ensure that I would stay in the house, Mr. Gilman believed it without hesitation. When I wrote down the plot of Raphael’s suicide in the article, Mr. Gilman immediately asked for confirmation in panic. As soon as human beings associate, God makes gimmicks. The price of believing it is that he really lost his job. When he is no longer a teacher and I am no longer a student, we can continue our writing course perfectly. Finally, as you can see, we sat on the bench and looked at the two women in the house, writing their own scripts. We are equal. He helped me build the plot step by step. I helped him build his imagination of literature – although his imagination only goes a few steps more than reality (don’t think I have twin sisters without seeing his wife’s Art Museum)

Back to my story, the story of the Raphaels. Its happy ending is very tacky, isn’t it? But did you forget? Isn’t my teacher Gilman’s first book a stereotypical love story? I love my teacher, so it works. Even my first work echoes and pays tribute to my teacher. Of course, its more important role is to help me solve the second obstacle: Jenna, teacher Gilman’s wife.

No, I shouldn’t use obstacles to describe an elegant and beautiful woman. But I know that she belongs to the middle class. Her art is shit. She and Mr. Gilman can’t have children. When I wrote the article, I was sure that Mr. Gilman would not help sharing it with the people next to him. I just need to let her project herself when reading the article, let her notice Kerry’s gouache painting, let her feel the same indifference of the man to her and the same contempt for her career, and give her an affair that will never happen in reality. When I told her that the Raphaels were sustained because they had a second child, I almost heard her sad heart breaking voice. “Even with bare feet, the rain can’t dance.” I hope the reader can think of something. She did it.

I, Claude Garcia, am 16 years old. I removed my obstacles and got the best French teacher, Mr. Gilman. But – I despise those who rely on me and Mr. Gilman for sex. Readers’ imagination! If two trees are close together, spiders will hang their webs; Are you going to have sex when two men sit together? I admit – I was wrong, too. Because of the book “student toreth’s confusion”, I also used this plot to test my teacher, but the answer was “do you think I would like to watch two boys kiss?” My teacher doesn’t like it – what a pity. If he likes it, my job is much easier

In science class, I learned a creature called hermit crab. They like to invade and live in the shells of other mollusks. In the process of their parasitism, they will establish a symbiotic and cooperative relationship with sea anemones. When they are tired of staying in one shell and want to change other suitable houses, they will take the sea anemone with them. I love my teacher, so I live here. Don’t look at me like that. Didn’t Mr. Gilman always want a son? I’ll take him into thousands of rooms.

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