Friday Movies: Roman de Gare
Last Friday, I had about the best excuse going for not seeing a movie in the morning. Scroll down if you doubt me.
Here’s the movie that I might have seen if I’d had no better plans. It’s hard to say: the calculus for choosing a film on Friday is not, as you might expect, movie-based. Location has a lot to do with selection, with my desire to leave the neighborhood as the leading factor.
In case you’re too harried/hurried to click through, let me say that Roman de Gare seemed a lot more like the French movies of old than other recent offerings. It was, in short, more French — if I may risk coming off rather like Stendhal’s Prince Korasoff, French to his fingertips, but in the style of fifty years ago.