Eighteen years after taking a writing course in the non-fiction department and recalling ongoing conversations contrasting itself to the well-known campus cousin, one might think a film titled and themed on the same would be a natural attraction. It was. But the trailer felt a turnoff. Then feeling oddly <<Team Ivanka>> over the weekend (in response to perceived French condescension) compelled an impulsive viewing last night, even if only as antidote.
Turned out exactly the one to see for the first reason; the American trailer missed the best line and over-emphasized affairs and humor with bright jazz and critic quotes cut between. In fact, after two hours of sitting in an arthouse theatre listening to foreign dialogue, the final credit soundtrack startles in English querying about Martians.
Who knows about Lagarde’s eye roll… It’s easy to fail at the art of alliance and the etiquette of (in)discretion with the French.
Tuesday, July 2nd, local, 14:16 CDT:
Solar eclipse conjunct natal 8th Placidus cusp
Images: Project Monarch (year four) planting for both directions.