Who is Jeanne Moreau

Jeanne Moreau (French pronunciation: ​[ʒan mɔʁo]; 23 January 1928 – 31 July 2017) was a French actress, singer, screenwriter, director, and socialite. She made her theatrical debut in 1947, and established herself as one of the leading actresses of the Comédie-Française. Moreau began playing small roles in films in 1949, later achieving prominence with starring roles in Louis Malle's Elevator to the Gallows (1958), Michelangelo Antonioni's La Notte (1961), and François Truffaut's Jules et Jim (1962). Most prolific during the 1960s, Moreau continued to appear in films into her 80s. Orson Welles called her "the greatest actress in the world".

She won the Cannes Film Festival Award for Best Actress for Seven Days... Seven Nights (1960), the BAFTA Award f...
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  • Bryanonion: alright moving on to louis malle's the lovers. i've seen jeanne moreau in a million movies and she's fantastic yet i still don't think i would be able to pick her out of a crowd, let's see if this changes that.
  • Bryanonion: my heuristic is "if a woman in a french film from the 60s looks like florence pugh, then it's probably jeanne moreau."
  • Iherb1990code: age does not protect you from love, but love to some extent protects you from age.jeanne moreau -~!%~iherb
  • Alinebelfort: jeanne moreau, this name sounds like a tragedy
  • Klstudioclassic: coming soon on 4kuhd! brand new hdr/dolby vision master! the train (1964) starring burt lancaster, paul scofield, jeanne moreau, michel simon, wolfgang preiss and albert rémy – shot by jean tournier and walter wottitz – music by maurice jarre – directed by john frankenheimer.
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Sea-Shore Memories
 by Walt Whitman

OUT of the cradle endlessly rocking,
Out of the mocking-bird's throat, the musical shuttle,
Out of the Ninth-month midnight,
Over the sterile sands, and the fields beyond, where the child,
leaving his bed, wander'd alone, bare-headed, barefoot,
Down from the shower'd halo,
Up from the mystic play of shadows, twining and twisting as if they
were alive,
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