darlings

just a little post – we’re Awfully Busy today and rushing off Somewhere pretty soon post-DayJob (feeling a lot brighter today for some reason but still manic due to complete-lack-of-sleep)

have you seen The Love Letter?

if not – do watch it really soon.

it’s the kind of film to watch when one is in love, or about to be in love, or desirous of love or feeling all end-of-summer languidness and approaching autumn’s soft cashmere embrace with memories-of-summer-love.

so, yes, basically for all of you (cue: beam across the internet and one of those adorable head-on-the-side quizzical looks underneath the cloche hat and unfeasibly long – yes they’re real – eyelashes).

favorite quotes?

ah yes.

Dearest, Do you know how much in love with you I am? Did I trip? Did I stumble – lose my balance, graze my knee, graze my heart? I know I’m in love when I see you. I know when I long to see you, I’m on fire. Not a muscle has moved. Leaves hang unruffled by any breeze. The air is still. I have fallen in love without taking a step. You are all wrong for me and I know it, but I can no longer care for my thoughts unless they are thoughts of you. When I am close to you, I feel your hair brush my cheek when it does not. I look away from you sometimes, then I look back. When I tie my shoes, when I peel an orange, when I drive my car, when I lie down each night without you, I remain,
Yours

this is the eponymous letter (the bit the whole movie is about – if a movie is ever really about anything about from Life and Love – then this one is also about a Letter – a mysterious one – aren’t those just the Best?)

another quote?

love. this. one.

I’ve never felt this way before.

Of course not. You’re twenty.

naughty.

gosh.

oh look! the French movie poster had a slightly-different connotation title…..those clever chic people.

ok.

question for You.

picture the scene where Johnny (yes, the twenty-year old) and Helen (une femme d’un certain age – how French of you, darling, as her mother says at the end – Blythe Danner, plays Kate Capshaw’s mother, no less – in a Fabulous twist-of-plot which we shan’t ruin for you) dance.

yes.

in her GORGEOUS clapboard house with the swing shutter (quelle southern) front door and the cool breeze drifting off the ocean.

the scene where they dance.

what’s that song?

it’s not on the Official movie soundtrack and we really want to get it.

you know how it is when you Really want something and it’s just not on your timetable and all the pieces-information-data isn’t in place, yet?

that’s how we feel about That Track.

and, you know, other stuff.