“Mon amour!” “Je t’aime!” “Mon amour!” “Je t’aime! Je t’aime!”
I’ve been meaning to get Ann to watch this for years. When I saw it was coming on cable I said, “here — watch this — you’ll love the wallpaper!”
Frequent comments from Ann as the film unspooled, “Oh! That wallpaper is fabulous!”
Comment: What’s fascinating about this tragic story is that the characters have done a really good job of convincing themselves they aren’t tragic figures. They have made their decisions and made peace with it and seem. . .content. They know things didn’t work out like they should, but they aren’t slitting their wrists any time soon. We, the audience, are the only ones who recognize the tragedy. Forgive me for making a generalization, but this is a very French trait. I know a handful of French people and this detached realism regarding injustice is, from where I am standing, a common trait.
Observation: Listening to French in movies (or in life) conversation blazes past at a rate I can never follow. I soon noticed, though, that when slowed down to singing speed that my high school french was still pretty intact and I could understand, say, 75% of what they were saying! Madame Reid, are you listening??
