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On a visit to Calcutta I was told a story about Louis Malle. The French film director had spent some time in the city to film part of his famous—and in India notorious—documentary on India. One day Malle was shooting a riot scene, not uncommon in Calcutta. This infuriated a Bengali policeman who ran up to Malle threatening to smash the camera. Malle objected. 'Who do you think you are?' shouted the Bengali. 'Louis Malle,' replied the director. 'Ah,' said the Bengali with a sweet smile, 'Zazie dans le métro.'
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