Von
Tobias Kniebe
An arm in the cuff measuring blood pressure. A heart under the white fine rib that is being bugged. And a pale, bloated face that answers questions: Yes, I’m tired, I’m short of breath climbing the stairs, I don’t feel like eating or anything else. The doctor looks worried and says it, questioningly, the awful word: early retirement? Almost imperceptibly, a tremor of agony flits across this great face of cinema that belongs to Gérard Depardieu: So I too, a damaged man.
