Pink Sauce

In the next installment on my pointless reviews of (mostly) French content on (mostly) Netflix that nobody reads, I will take a look at two films I watched last night.  Both are period dramas (though it grieves me to say that some of the events depicted in the first one happened during my lifetime!) and both are tales of morality with women at the heart of them. Here the similarities stop.  The first film has just been released: Madame Claude is based on the real life story of a woman (real name Fernande Grudet, played by Karole Rocher) who organised a network of 300 high-class call-girls with access to the elite in the 1960s and 70s. She gave a hand to the French secret services until the establishment finally turned against her. Hers is a well-known name in France, due mostly to the sulfurous nature of the whole thing (mixing sex, power and money, with a soupçon of murder and spying), her high-profile trial in the 90s, and the thrilling existence of notebooks listing her clients.  T

It was the Friday before Easter - Good Friday - when everybody is sad but is looking forward to eating lots of chocolate in a couple of days. As he waited for the Easter Bunny to bring him his well-deserved chocolate eggs, little Keir decided to go to church. Because that is what nice people do on that day. No one is sure why he decided to go to that particular church, because it is quite well known that this is not a very nice church; one that didn't like fayries. Perhaps it was because all his posh friends - Theresa, Boris, Charles and Camilla - had visited that church before him and he wanted to be more like his posh friends.  So little Keir decided to go to that church, even though some of his best friends were fayries. And to make sure that everyone knew what a good boy he was, he decided to make a video for his social media. In the video, he explained how he liked what the church people did, and what a wonderful example the church was. You could even see him praying with the