Biopic promises love & sex

MICHEL Hazanavicius. Double Oscar winner for 2011’s “The Artist.” His newie, starring his wife, Bérénice Bejo, is “Godard Mon Amour.”

He began with: “I must go upstairs and brush my teeth.” The hotel restaurant then served coffee. The cup was chipped.

Michel: “I’m dying to make an American movie, but here everything takes so long. Months for one simple decision. We live in France in a house, which I’m trying to pay for. We cook, take our four children to school, and before we wink they grow up. I just arrived. My movie opens Friday at the Quad. I’m home Saturday.”

Being it’s in French, we talking bigtime nudity?

“It’s a Jean-Luc Godard love story with lots of both sexes fully naked. And while naked, the dialogue in one scene is why there’s so much nudity in movies.

“It’s set in May 1968, when Paris was in crisis and having a small revolution. Protests. Strikes. One scene had 1,000 people protesting. We hired 700 extras, repeated the rest digitally, had to dress them in ’60s wardrobe, and we had to train them. Diff icult to shoot.

“Another scene, with gasoline and trains on strike, six people were crammed into a car. Fighting. Arguing. You must rehearse this one talks, then that one, then one talks over the other, then the driver. One long shot took a day and a half.

“America doesn’t understand you can be sophisticated out of New York. More than America loves European films, Europe loves American films. We understand them all — but maybe not Woody Allen or Seinfeld.” The waitress then brought me another cup. Uncracked.