No, not replacing him, I have yet to be proven that’s possible.
My new love is for french films, granted I have only seen a few, and they were popular enough to be shown in America, (Oh, how very cultured we are -_-) but I can already tell that french films and I will become very good friends.
I just finished watching Un long dimanche de fiancailles. There was a certain beauty to it that my words fail me in explaining, but it was like nothing I’ve seen before. I was waiting for some grand emotional appeal in the end, queuing the violins and the tears, when some chance of fate would turn the direction of the movie into the magic you most desire in your own life, but naive me, used to the revolutionized, big bucks, Hollywood ending, did not find such a tying of loose ends. I won’t give all the details of the movie, that’s not what I want to do or have the energy/time to do, but it was so, so simple. And it was meant to be that way for a reason, and it worked. I look forward to my next french film.
“Mathilde leans back against her chair, folds her hands in her lap, and looks at him. In the sweetness of the air, in the light of the garden, Mathilde looks at him. She looks at him… She looks at him…”
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