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Jean-Pierre Jeunet (French pronunciation: [ʒɑ̃ pjɛʁ ʒœnɛ]; born 3 September 1953) is a French film director.
Jean-Pierre Jeunet was born in Roanne, Loire, France. He bought his first camera at the age of 17 and made short films while studying animation at Cinémation Studios. He befriended Marc Caro, a designer and comic book artist who became his longtime collaborator and co-director.
Together, Jeunet and Caro directed award-winning animations. Their first live action film was The Bunker of the Last Gunshots (1981), a short film about soldiers in a bleak futuristic world. Jeunet also directed numerous advertisements and music videos, such as Jean Michel Jarre's Zoolook (together with Caro).
Jeunet and Caro's first feature film was Delicatessen (1991), a black comedy set in a famine-plagued post-apocalyptic world, in which an apartment building above a delicatessen is ruled by a butcher who kills people in order to feed his tenants.
They next made The City of Lost Children (1995), a dark, multi-layered fantasy film about a mad scientist who kidnaps children in order to steal their dreams thus preventing him from aging prematurely.
All the sweet mouth really wanted Just fell from her grip The worst hell you can drag your soul through Is trying to make all the lies stick
You might as well not make an effort Lots of bills lying around unpaid Still I guess some things seem better than Lying in a bed an old child made
She's got her Walkman on She's got Chanel Number Five Look at her walk She's holding her head upright Wants to show she's got some pride To the headlights
All over town people looking for Their little piece of goodnight Maybe it's finally time
To turn away from the light All her sweet mouth really wanted Was lost in her smile And her soul just lost the taste that makes Any good lie worthwhile
I know I never asked you to read their minds So why did you have to go ahead and do it anyway You think maybe someday if you're good They'll let you disappear from the scene But nothing can hide a beating