My brothers hated me for a long time, because of this film...
When we were little, my brothers and I used to go to the cinema every Sunday, encouraged by our mother who would then have two hours peace.
We lived in Paris at the time and would walk by ourselves the 850 yd from our flat.
The only recommendation made by our mother was that they had to look after me and never ever, in any circumstances, leave my side.
That Sunday in September 1967 ( I was 7 and my brothers 9 and 10 ) the film was "Les Demoiselles de Rochefort"
The little girl I was was, of course, completely enraptured and at the end of the credits it was out of the question that I left the theatre ; I wanted to watch it all over again (up to the 80's you could stay as long as you wished and watch the film over and over again as much as you wanted)
It was the first time that the film was something different from all the action or war movies we used to watch and for once I was going to have the last word. There was a heated argument between us for about ten minutes because my brothers couldn't leave me on my own there (no question for them, they had enough of this stupid and syrupy film and wanted out as quickly as possible)
So they left.
Needless to say that they had a good talk over when they returned home without me. They were told to go back double quick and sit with me through the film again until the very end.
And they did.
So after that episode, they wouldn't talk to me or play with me for ages.
But I couldn't care less ; I had become a "Demoiselle" and would sing and dance no end for a long time.