The loveable bastard.
Gifted beyond reason, in touch with his emotions, loving, caring, accomplished.
But a total and complete cad when it comes to his dealings with the opposite sex.
Apart from his daughters.
4 with 4 different partners.
Whom he devotedly loves.
Salaud, on t'aime (We Love You, Bastard) is like going to a gift-shop in a bustling small mountain town.
Naturalistic beauty fastens its frames to adorable pristine picturesque attunements, romantically stressed, to vivify anew.
It does come across as somewhat too neat and tidy however, too picture perfect, all of the typical methods of gradually building tension remaining largely absent, all saved-up, for one startling traumatic release.
Stunning photography.
Loved the eagle. Would love to have a pet eagle. The eagle is awesome. But Claude Lelouch overdoes it a bit with the eagle.
Legitimate grievances.
Legitimate love.
Love spending time in the mountains.
No comments:
Post a Comment