Known for his great humor, Franck Dubosc indulged in a few confidences on the show on Sunday seven to eight broadcast on Sunday on TF1. The least we can write is that the feeling that predominated during this interview was emotion.
The comedian has indeed confided in the subject of his private life in which he mentioned several regrets, in particular regarding the complicated relationship he had had with his father. Usually very discreet regarding this aspect of his life, Franck Dubosc spoke to the general public on very intimate subjects.
“I have the impression that we had no relationship”, begins the actor of Camping, speaking of his father Lucien who died in 2002 of Charcot’s disease. Franck Dubosc believes that his “old man”, as he calls him, was like “another’s father” in his eyes.
Shortly before his death, Lucien Dubosc sent a letter to his son. “I see the pain of writing these words, where he is not talking regarding me. He is talking regarding the disease”, explains the comedian who begins to have tears welling up in his eyes as his father concludes the letter by indicating that he will win once morest the disease. “What pains me the most is not what he put on. It’s the way he writes, like a child. Because he mightn’t write anymore,” recalls the actor from 58 years old.
“He heard people talking to him regarding me and told them: ‘He’s my son! Franck Dubosc, he’s my son.’ And one day, when I was told this for the first time, I thought: ‘Oh, my father says that?’ But he never told me. I think that between us, it was not my job that was the most important. The great pride he should have had is that I am a real son, not a real actor”, explains Franck Dubosc.
Twenty years following the death of his father to whom he paid tribute in the TV movie The last part broadcast on TF1, Franck Dubosc seems to have mourned: “I did not say ‘I love you’ to him. I said to him with my eyes. We took each other’s hand. Does this replace years of arguments? Years of misunderstanding? I don’t know. We told each other what to say, that we forgave each other. Holding hands was a way of say: I forgive you. We are still from the same family.”
