(from allocine blog)
Last Thursday, I saw a showing of Les Chansons d'Amour, a French movie (durr) slash musical. The movie was really, really good. It was just enough sadness, just enough sexy people (holy cow, have you ever watched Louis Garrel act? Boy is gorgeous), and a touch of extremely random singing that makes everything seem more light-hearted. 
The BFI Southbank, which hosted the movie for the Gay and Lesbian Film Festival, is a really beautiful place. I didn't fit at all out of place at aforementioned festival, even though I showed up with another girl.
What was extremely strange and awesome about the movie was that the main character lived in the 10th, right by Chateau d'Eau. My neighborhood. There was one scene where he comes out of the metro at Gare de l'Est, walks down the Blvd Strasbourg, and then keeps going past the church where I'd hang a left and walk down Magenta. Another character, Julie, visits her parents in the Bastille and the shots of the square and restaurants around it made me really nostalgic. Tear.
Definite Paris withdraw.
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