i just watched the pool aka la piscine, a picture perfect french glossy film. take inventory: a beautiful villa in saint tropez, silky keyhole dresses worn by romy schneider (sans bra, naturally), and a sullen, nubile, jane birkin. despite the eye candy, i oscillated between two opposing feelings:

1. excitement and fascination
2. total boredom

the pool

the more i think about it, many foreign films have a dichotomy of being both intriguing and dull. the prime proof is often in the dialogue – deep and substantial, yet mundane and phony. and i quote:

i don’t really like the summer; i only like in between seasons
are you hungry?

some nights anything goes.
i’m afraid. i do not know why.

you don’t find good rice very often

you’re pisces aquarius rising, you were born to be loved

you know, a case is never definitely closed.

and the ultimate question: what does this all mean? nothing….everything?

photo from i.bp.blogspot.com

Advertisement