La Collectionneuse. Éric Rohmer. 1967. ⚄
I’ve sort of put Rohmer on the back burner… It’s because I love watching his movies while flying: They have that distracted quality that make them perfect to watch while eating bad airplane food and getting totally sloshed on bad airplane wine.
Oh, writing that makes me regret putting it on, because I’m so nostalgic for being on airplanes… and I always thought I hated flying! I must love it secretly!
But, well, once I’ve started watching this movie…
[the end]
Wow! This made me want to be on a plane to… Hawaii…
Anyway. Brilliant movie. That is, until the final… fifteen minutes? I loved everything about it until then: The colours, the sound of the swifts and the crickets, the amateur actors who are smiling most of the time, the gorgeous, languorous shots of the beautiful countryside, the vague non-storyline…
But then that Sam guy shows up and somehow all the charm goes out of the movie. Very strange.
So how to score that, then… it’s like a ⚅ until that point, and then it’s like ⚁…
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