This is what happened obscenely early one August morning in 1978 when French film director Claude Lelouch bolted a camera to the front bumper of a Ferrari and had a still anonymous professional Formula 1 driver tear through the heart of Paris at death-defying speeds to go meet up with his girl (yeah, it ends with a hug).
“No streets were closed, for Lelouch was unable to obtain a permit.”
This is the full eight minutes, but it feels like less than three. Watch it with your feet up as high as the sound. Cheer for the pigeons, too. I think they all make it.
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PS. If you’re in widescreen, enjoy…
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It’s like the original GTA!
I felt like I was back in Paris, the fog of a hangover at stupid o clock in the morning just starting to creep in as we drank ourselves sober one night. It’s 30 years ago but the feel of the city is so timeless it looks like it could’ve been yesterday.
great vid, I may have to try that someday