Thursday, November 4, 2021

paris is always a good idea

 Just finished watching Sabrina, the 1995 remake with Julia Ormond and Harrison Ford. I've never watched the original with Humphrey Bogart and Audrey Hepburn, I imagine it's much more romantic. But then again, I've never been much of an Audrey Hepburn type. 

The 1995 film is alright, not a big deal or anything. I can tolerate Harrison Ford in it, and that's saying a lot, I hate Harrison Ford. The character he plays is pretty much what I picture him to be like in real life... "He is the world's only living heart donor... he thinks morals are paintings on walls and scruples are money in Russia." Oddly enough he is also the kind of person I always imagined I'd end up with. The bitter man who is so focused on money and work and then he meets me, the unearthly creature who bewilders him and holds him in awe. 

I love the heavy focus on France and romanticism. The romantic girl who views the world with rose colored glasses as she sits in a Cafe and writes in her stupid journal, who believes that after truly living and experiencing life that she has a deeper understanding of the world and herself but she's stupider than ever. 

And men are still liars but then they say something like... "I need her, and I don't need anything." And somehow, that one statement is true.

I suppose that's how I always wanted the love story of my life to be. I suppose deep down I still want it to be like that. 

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