Why am I writing about love? Well, I had a bit of a hangover so I watched Gossip Girl. I really don’t enjoy this programme, I promise, but I got trapped in that futile yet forever burning Chuck-Blaire love predicament for about 10 minutes and decided to follow that thread. I had a day of exploring love through popular culture (basically loads of ‘romantic’ films) and found it hard to concentrate.
Firstly, I watched To Rome With Love, the newest Woody Allen film, whilst baking a lemon drizzle cake. That’s what people in love do; bake things for their partners, right? Otherwise you’re just making cakes to drown your sorrows about being alone. Anyway, I watched To Rome With Love and surprised myself with some rather good cake. This film is a comical observation of some people in Rome. It’s a typical comedy from the big WA with him playing the usual satirical negative character and containing a suitable amount of crossed wires and sex. It made me laugh a bit and then think about how I want to learn Italian. The majority of the film was in Italian and I could weirdly understand it. So, maybe I should move to Rome. Well, not Rome, that’s too typical. Florence. I backpacked to Florence once. It was lovely. I could visit Michael Angelo’s David every day. Anyway, back to the theme of love.
Next up on the love marathon was the German film Bliss or Glück. (This time I needed the subtitles!) It’s about two young people, Irina and Kalle, who live on the streets of Berlin and hide from disturbing pasts. The film follows a precarious route, much like the delicate rollercoaster of being in love. So I had another slice of lemon drizzle and contemplated their blissful bubble of love through some gentle poignant subtleties in the film. I particularly like the deer in the fake garden of Irina’s Berlin flat that represents the security of her countryside home she had to leave behind. However, in a somewhat extreme twist, an event leads Kalle to face his fear of blood to preserve their life together. In a small SPOILER, I will tell you it involves a dead curb-crawler and an electric carving knife. It’s a shocker. It’s fantastical, fanatical love, isn’t it? I mean, how far would you go for love? Would you chop up a man despite your vegetarianism (interestingly, it was this fact that got Kalle out of prison). I feel like a terrible anti-romantic but I just don’t think I’d do that. Then again, maybe I’ve never felt such intense bliss. Maybe mutilating a corpse is the final test?
I then decided to listen to Aint No Sunshine When She’s Gone a few times in a row and wondered if anyone felt like that about me. Then I listened to Le Temps De Vivre by Georges Moustaki and tried to soak up the lyrics and the romance of French. This song is about how love makes everything possible if you give it a chance to live. In my experience, love has only made things less possible.
I gave a pep talk to a friend of mine going through some heartbreak. He’s in that ‘no light at the end of the tunnel’ phase – not even my clichés that ooze positiveness could warm his darkened heart and stop his chain smoking. It didn’t make me think much about love. I just felt good about the fact I’m not in that tunnel. If love was personified as Caroline, this is how I’d feel about her.
In a complete juxtaposition of the dark side of love, I finished the day off watching Grease. I love this film. I wish my life was led through the medium of song and dance. Then I really would be in bliss and I could stop for a moment and appreciate love.
Is it really too much to ask? “You’re the one that I want…..”