Joined Elise at the film festival. The most direly needed and fortuitous accident that could possibly occur.
Broken English
(written/directed by Zoe Cassavetes starring Parker Posey/Melvil Poupaud...)
Spent entire evening clutching Elise, gasping with the sensation of watching myself on screen, a la Roberta Flack transfixed by someone "strumming my pain with his fingers, singing my life with his words..." In the spirit of Flaubert himself, I keep gasping, "Nora... c'est moi!"
I have no words to describe the effect or experience that is marrying itself so persistently to my thoughts, merely a galaxy of reflective emotions. Without doubt the best film imaginable, especially at this fulcrum of my life.
Oh, and my new ultimate compliment du jour is "Parker."
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