Always looking a little out of sorts – a paternal legacy – and speaking and laughing economically, Bertrand Blier didn’t care much about appearing friendly. Please, displease, shock or offend, it didn’t matter. He wasn’t afraid of anything, especially not a bad reputation. The proof in his films where he never stopped defying the established order and good morals with the confidence of a thug.
Born March 14, 1939 in Boulogne-Billancourt (Hauts-de-Seine), son of Bernard Blier whom he directed in several of his films, raised among actors and in the 7e art, the filmmaker never asked himself the question of choice. Assistant director from the age of 20, he devoted his life to taking over from his father. But in his own way, as a disobedient and provocative brat. The years have passed but nothing has changed. Bertrand Blier died Monday January 20 in the evening, at the age of 85, his entourage announced to Agence France-Presse on Tuesday, without having calmed down.
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