Diary entries forOne Fine Morning
One Fine Morning
Ahhh, French infidelity. And featuring ♪ more Léa Seydoux from twenty twenty-two ♫ , how nice of a local theater to screen this right after us watching Crimes of the Future. To desire and be desired, from a world comprised of in-betweens and lack of acknowledgment. To reckon with the transience of life and our station in it, our capacities and failings. To lose, regain, and likely lose, regain again. Filmed in a completely unobtrusive manner, befitting its gently painful and insistent story.
One Fine Morning
imagine being a philosophy teacher, dedicating your life for thought and can't even think anymore .. devastating, but in there'll always be a fine morning afterwards, right?
One Fine Morning
the dad storyline was more affecting; didn’t care much about the romance storyline — maybe if it had shown more of their friendship earlier or build up to that moment idk, one of the few movies where it actually makes it really feel like cheating is a deliberate decision/step when they first kiss, so at least there’s that
One Fine Morning
Ask me what love is and I’ll tell you. Ask me again and I’ll tell you something different. It’s not that love changes. It’s the same goddamn thing. The pastels. The fireworks. The book I left at his and will stay at his. The way I’ll come back, without a call or text, at the front door, looking up at a window where I imagine you dreaming. See, the his becomes you and you will become I. That’s what this is. A back and forth. Jejune. L'histoire se répète. D’accord? C’est nécessaire. Because once we learn what something is, once we know the answer, there is nothing left. There are no more waves. And all you have left, in all your knowing, is a still damn that holds water and waits only to be dried out. It’s in its quietude of the film does the story unravel in the sad way life passes. It feels too real. The rain, the street sounds, the waiting. Oh, how Leah waits is the eternity I push myself through only to get a glimpse of contentment. For a taste of the neck. For lips to spill secrets, lull them over nude descending down my moon-soaked back. 𝘊’𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘪𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘭𝘢 𝘵ê𝘵𝘦. Je sais Je sais Mais c’est pas chaud ici, en dehors de mon corps. J’essaie de trouver de la chaleur dans tes bras, dans tes yeux perdu dans ta chaleur.
One Fine Morning
"Sometimes it's hard...to live"
