Thomas Chatterton Williams
Thomas Chatterton Williams

Jacques Audiard has always been an outlier in a French film industry that is starkly bifurcated between high and low.

O Brother, Where Art Thou?
O Brother, Where Art Thou?

Pete: I've always wondered, what's the devil look like?
Ulysses Everett McGill: Well, there are all manner of lesser imps and demons, Pete, but the great Satan hisself is red and scaly with a bifurcated tail, and he carries a hay fork.
Tommy Johnson: Oh, no. No, sir. He's white, as white as you folks, with empty eyes and a big hollow

voice. He likes to travel around with a mean old hound. That's right.

Batman Forever
Batman Forever

The Riddler: You're ruining my big party! Are you insane?
Two-Face: Just waiting for you to deliver the Batman, dear boy.
The Riddler: Patience, O Bifurcated One!
Two-Face: Patience is hell! We want him dead!
The Riddler: Well, you could have let me in on the caper. We could have

organized this, planned it... pre-sold the movie rights.
Two-Face: Ha!
[Batman enters through the skylight, and begins to fight Two-Face's thugs]
The Riddler: Your entrance was good. His was better.
[Batman continues to fight thugs]
The Riddler: The difference: showmanship!

Batman Forever
Batman Forever

Two-Face: What?
The Riddler: I hope you made extra.
Two-Face: Who the hell are you?
The Riddler: Just a friend. But you can call me... the Riddler.
Two-Face: [grabs Riddler by the collar] We'll call you dead, more likely! How did you find us here?
The Riddler:

But then if I talked, what would keep you from killing me anyway, O Bifurcated One?
The Riddler: [looks at Two-Face's disfigurement] By the way, that's never gonna heal if you don't stop picking.
Two-Face: Oh?
Two-Face: [puts pistol to Riddler's head] Let's see if you bleed green!
The Riddler: Harvey! I

don't think it's me you really want to kill. That'd be too easy for someone as sophisticated as you... and you. But Batman...
The Riddler: [gasps] Now, there's a challenge! Kill the Bat! Sounds like a good idea!
The Riddler: [Two-Face feigns modesty] Just think of it, a few bullets hit home, a quick splash of blood, and then what? Wet hands...

post-homicidal depression.
The Riddler: [whimpers] I can help you get Batman.
The Riddler: [looks at Two-Face's pistol] That is if you'll spare my life for just a few moments.
Two-Face: [cocks his head in amusment and puts his gun away] Heh...
The Riddler: Thank you.