Hi guys, I think this blog takes the road of hollywood, bollywood or any other place where you can talk about movies.
It seems I have ideas to write down only when i just saw a film. Well, I guess I just can take this way, for the moment at least.
Let's jump right in the subject.
Tonight I saw another movie. Did I tell you I love cinema ? I think people who knows me have noticed. :-)
This movie was "Dan in real life" (Coup de foudre à Rodhe Island, in french), with french actress Juliette Binoche and american comic actor Steve Carell.
The story was cute. Nothing anormal, it is a romance.
What particularly interested me was the fact that Dan (Steve Carell) has a column about family. His job (a part of it I think) is to give counsel about family life. And it is quite a job when you're a widower for 4 years, with 3 girls to raise. A plot of this film is to show that even if you're an expert about family life, it is not so simple when it is your own that is at stake. And that you can just screw up like the people you're trying to help every week. And that, just because that, instead of falling in love with a stranger in a little coastal library, you has just fall for your brother's girlfriend (and more difficult she seems not to be indifferent to you). Nothing new, right, but the plot just worked, and the alchemy between the actors too.
Imagine someone obliged during a family week end (and the family is very large, more than 15 people in the house) not to look your new love ... evidently you can't and you just make a fool of yourself. Steve Carell is really good at this sort of things.
Juliette Binoche seems the woman everybody love, but she has troubles herself with the situation. The more when she sees Dan likes her so much he behave like a total moron and not as he was described by his brother.
You guess the final act, it's a romance after all. :-) I like these movies : sometimes they offer a piece of dream, sometimes a piece of life, funny, or less funny. And often, they offer me the possibility to think about my life.
And what about my life ? Tonight I had just the impression that I am like Dan : a good piece of clumsiness. Clumsiness in feelings, and clumsiness in my relationships with other people.
I know that I have changed since my childhood, the 10 years after, and even since I began to work. For this I must thank my friends. They are the ones, in majority, to which I owe these changes. With their help I can be myself, but I fear that it is not yet enough.
I have to carry on my efforts. They're are still parts of me which are broken or still incomplete, particularly in the matter of the heart, the most difficult of all.
Don't worry. I consider myself on the
happy side most of the time. How can I complain when they're are so much people who suffer in the world, people who live with a lot less money than I and have to cope with mother nature, or worse, other humans.
It's just that sometimes, more often than not, I pity myself and that is not very glorious. I am not very proud of me when I do it you know. I hope one day they will be rare these moments. I just have to find the serenity I lack.
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