during all my napping, birthday partying, laundry-avoiding, and book reading, i’ve managed to watch Before Sunset three times this weekend. i think it’s official, i’m in love. i thought i was in love with Before Sunrise but i see now my feelings for that movie was nothing more than a schoolgirl crush.
Before Sunset is the real deal. tonight, while viewing, i actually sat up straight, right on the edge of the couch, drinking the whole thing in. i love how awkward it is when Jesse and Celine meet again, nine years after their one-night in venice. i love the stupid jokes they make to avoid talking. i love that he doesn’t ever mention his wife, but toys with his wedding ring all the time.
my heart breaks during the scene in the car when they both ache to touch each other, but stop. emotionally manipulative? sure, but i don’t care. i still ate it right up.
and i love the most when she says, you know what? fuck you. fuck you. i was fine until you came back. and now you’ve just reminded me of everything i always wanted and can’t have. and i just thought that maybe our connection was some odd hoax and i thought there were would be plenty of men i could click with but there aren’t. and i’ve fucked every relationship i’ve had because i want that clicking, and i can’t get it.
i need the click.
ok, she doesn’t say that exactly, i think that might be a bit of my own projection there. but you get the idea.
god, i loved this movie. there is no action, it’s just two jokers walking around paris and it’s abso-fucking-lutely beautiful. great dialog and ethan hawke. really is there anything not to love? really, is there a reason you haven’t seen it yet?
We’ve seen it and neither of us liked it much. In fact until they arrive at her apartment I thought it was just rather tedious.
It’s the process of watching an engaging conversation. It’s nice for the two involved, but since I have no input, I’m rather bored by it.
Also. They didn’t have sex.
i liked it, but i think it is because watching it felt so natural and comfortable for me to sit and listen to a conversation and feel no need to be any part of it other than as an observer.
i didn’t see the first movie, but as much as i liked this film, i don’t feel particularly compelled to go learn the backstory. in fact, it’s probably best i don’t and let my mind accept this story as is.
ironically, i ended up getting this movie because they were out of “the clearing”. i’m glad that happened.
If sex is a requirement for an enjoyable movie now, I might not ever emerge from my own house. Before Sunset, as well as its predecessor, were gems of films. They proved, or perhaps reminded us, that conversation can be stimulating, that appeal is about more than boobs and one night stands.