Woke up and watched this in bed before I got up. Early French New Wave, 1958. It's ridiculous how romantic some of these stories were. Love decides all-- above morality, logic, or practicality. I'd love to believe it, but I feel as a global culture, as a species, we've been systematically trained to stop believing this. Western religious influence. Stories about love like this are now considered too corny to tell, too cheesy to sell-- shit you only get from pop songs or sitcoms. Fairy tales you grow out of. Love of the old kind makes people take too many chances, go out of control. Louis Malle was only twenty-five when he made this. Not the best film, but worth watching. The themes are timeless, as long as we're still human beings.
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