Placeholder: Histoire(s) du cinéma est un film expérimental de Jean-Luc Godard, débuté en 1988 et achevé dix ans plus tard, en 1998. Il est divisé en huit chapitres. Histoire(s) du cinéma est un film expérimental de Jean-Luc Godard, débuté en 1988 et achevé dix ans plus tard, en 1998. Il est divisé en huit chapitres.

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Histoire(s) du cinéma est un film expérimental de Jean-Luc Godard, débuté en 1988 et achevé dix ans plus tard, en 1998. Il est divisé en huit chapitres.

statue, doubles, twins, entangled fingers, Worst Quality, ugly, ugly face, watermarks, undetailed, unrealistic, double limbs, worst hands, worst body, Disfigured, double, twin, dialog, book, multiple fingers, deformed, deformity, ugliness, poorly drawn face, extra_limb, extra limbs, bad hands, wrong hands, poorly drawn hands, messy drawing, cropped head, bad anatomy, lowres, extra digit, fewer digit, worst quality, low quality, jpeg artifacts, watermark, missing fingers, cropped, poorly drawn

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