Henri, Le Chat Noir

So, I introduced a friend to the existential anguish and ennui of Henri. Much giggling ensued.

Poor Henri, the world is too much with him.

Having seen enough French and other 1960s-70s art films about the crushing ennui of modern life and the lack of truly soul-gripping, Meaning-Full ideas in the world to fun for the exit, I laughed at poor Henri.

Yes, I’m one of those barbarians who does not appreciate the delicate sensibilities of the true artist or aesthete.

If your tastes are a bit more like mine:


6 thoughts on “Henri, Le Chat Noir

  1. Poor Henri.
    He’s taken “I am the cat who walks by himself, and all places are alike to me” entirely too much to heart.

  2. Godzilla vs OwlKitty?

    Who will win?

    Hopefully Both Will Die. đŸ˜ˆ

  3. Oh Henri, ze world loves you! Chuckled – great parody. Fortunately I saw “parody” for Owlkitty and put the cup down first. They’ll need an entire field of catnip.

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