After years of having to deal with Béatrice Dalle’s drug habit, Isabelle Adjani’s pointless telephone calls, Rupert Everett’s “enormous” financial demands and hundreds of other such problems, Dominique Besnehard felt the need to get it all off his chest.

One evening, after a particularly difficult day at the office, Paris’s best-known talent agent sat with two colleagues to write the script of a show that would recount their travails at the heart of French cinema.

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