Non je ne vous propose une exercice de diction, mais je m’étrangle à la lecture de Salon qui relate le dernier film de Julian Schnabell “Le Scaphandre et le Papillon” (en angliche the Diving Bell and the Butterfly).
En direct de Cannes, le papier d’Andrew O’Hehir - qui par ailleurs se pame sur le film et sur Amalric- nous dit ceci :

After visiting the hospital in Berck-sur-Mer, on the bleak but impressive coast of Normandy, where Bauby spent his last year, Schnabel decided he could only shoot the film there. “You can’t manufacture a landscape like that, and architecture like that,” he said. “This man sat in that place, and when the tide went out, it looked like he was sitting on the moon. To try to reconstruct that in California somewhere, or to send Americans and English actors to France and have them speak with a French accent — and then have French people watch the movie with subtitles — that seemed absurd to me.”

Relisons calmement la première phrase : “After visiting the hospital in Berck-sur-Mer, on the bleak but impressive coast of Normandy [...].

What the h*$% !!
Berck en Normandie ?? Et puis quoi encore.
“Côte d’Opale” Monsieur O’Hehir ! Come on, repeat after me.