i've been captivated by jules and jim, a hauntingly beautiful movie, since seeing it for the first time recently. where could i even begin? it provoked so many fascinating questions about human relationships - friendships and muses; infatuations, infidelities, and strange bedfellows; the clash of wildly different expectations and the quest to re-invent love - whether possessing or selfless. i had goosebumps from the humming of simple ditties and the narrator's unflappable delivery of lines like "catherine meant different things to each and couldn't please them all, but too bad."
the director, françois truffaut, came across the story of jules and jim serendipitously - while browsing through a used bookshop. the book, in turn, was inspired by a romantic tangle between the author, marcel duchamp, and bohemian beatrice wood. i love that about art - all of the perpetual motion. and i secretly hope to find a worn copy of jules and jim at the strand, underlined passages and all.
(see also: a woman is a woman)the director, françois truffaut, came across the story of jules and jim serendipitously - while browsing through a used bookshop. the book, in turn, was inspired by a romantic tangle between the author, marcel duchamp, and bohemian beatrice wood. i love that about art - all of the perpetual motion. and i secretly hope to find a worn copy of jules and jim at the strand, underlined passages and all.
