So . . .
I just finished watching ‘Before Sunset.’ It’s 5:57 a.m., just before sunrise. I had a long (but good) night, reunited with a very old friend, came home, and the last thing I wanted to do was lie down and sleep—so . . . this is where we’re at. Hello.
I’m sitting here with a piping hot chamomile tea (why do writers always have to have a hot beverage within arms’ reach? We’re kind of annoying, aren’t we? Be honest—are we? Yeah? Oh.) and trying to decide what to make of this film. I loved it—I know that much. Was great to see Céline and Jessee reunite in Paris, and to carry on such fulfilling, rich conversation (they both have incredible minds and I love that), relive the past a little bit, etc. These movies are very well-written!
I guess something I didn’t like was that Jessee spent a great deal of time sort of convincing himself—and trying to convince Céline—that his marriage was dysfunctional, simply to justify a possible hookup with Céline. You see this all the time: people wanting what’s right in front of them then and there, so they suddenly convince themselves that what they have (be it a relationship or marriage) is bad, as though that will grant them a free pass.
I guess I just think that, if you’re married, you probably shouldn’t be in another country meeting up with a one night stand you had ten years prior and discussing said hookup and telling her your marriage sucks and that you dream of her, before heading back to her apartment to have her sing to you. If you’re always dreaming of another woman and can’t dislodge her from your head, then why get married to a different woman? Kind of unfair to the new woman. . . . or am I just old fashioned in thinking that marriage should only happen between two people who are fully and irrevocably in love with each other, and . . . wait for it . . . only each other? Whoa, I lost cool points there—I can feel it. But guys, here’s a quote:
Jesse: In the months leading up to my wedding, I was thinking about you all the time. I mean, even on my way there; I’m in the car, a buddy of mine is driving me downtown and I’m staring out the window, and I think I see you, not far from the church, right? Folding up an umbrella and walking into a deli on the corner of 13th and Broadway. And I thought I was going crazy, but now I think it probably was you.
Celine: I lived on 11th and Broadway
Jesse: You see?
Aw, how sweet: on the way to his wedding he was daydreaming about a hookup he had ages ago with a girl he met on a train.
Another thing? Just because you meet someone under unusual circumstances doesn’t mean they’re magically this special person who you’re made to be with. We tend to think that, us humans. That if we meet someone when we least expect to that it’s some sign from the love gods. We tend to put more magic behind coincidence . . . because—and I’m wildly guilty of this—it feels good. It just does. But often, what feels good and what’s real are two vastly different things. And the world is chaos, and coincidences happen all.the.time.
All right . . . it’s late (early?) so I’m not going to get all philosophical now, but—but.but.but—I do love this story and think the super high ratings surrounding it are warranted. On the positive side it shows that (true) connections don’t fade, even when life moves on and people grow older and everything around them changes. And I loved that nothing actually did happen between them other than conversation. There was nothing impure about their time spent together (beside Jessee prattling on about how awful his marriage is in an attempt to get back into Celine’s pants, of course). No—really though, it was innocent enough.
And I’m out. My bed is calling me and sleep finally seems like a decent idea. Good thing it’s Sunday tomorrow.