I saw Before Midnight on Saturday. It was the final installment of the 20 year film experiment of the talented director, Richard Linklater.
The movie was perfect. I'm bias because I LOVED the first two. But this one was a great last installment because it mixed romance with reality. The reality of everyday life that comes into a relationship after you decide and commit that it's forever. Because after forever is still a whole new chapter altogether. With wrinkles and stretch marks and crying and cheating and faking and yelling and laughing and drinking and knowing that that person is the one of the few people in the world who knows you the most. Not that they know ALL of you, but that they know you the most.
In the movie, this old Greek woman talks about her late husband. He has passed away a year ago and she feels him "fading away" from her memory. She tells herself to try to remember every detail of his face for a few minutes each day. She says it gets harder to remember each detail every day. And when it seems she finally sees his whole face there seems to be a fog of sorts that comes into her head and his face sets into the mist. She compares this in her monologue to the passing of a beautiful sunset. She ends her lines with a toast, regarding that all we can do is love each other for everything that person is, and ultimately, we are like everything else, "just passing through".
Today at work my coworker was talking about her husband who had passed 5 years ago. She says she misses it when she accidentally hurts herself around the house or when there is dancing. She said she was on a cruise this past year and she heard a song. Everyone was dancing and she wanted to, but she didn't have anyone to dance with. She said, "because you know we used to do that together. We loved to dance together."
These scenes all make me think that no matter if we are to be married, widowed, single, divorced, we are meant to love each other and appreciate everyone's imperfections while we can. Because the old Greek woman in the movie is right. We are just passing through and we might as well give it all away to Love while we are here.
The movie was perfect. I'm bias because I LOVED the first two. But this one was a great last installment because it mixed romance with reality. The reality of everyday life that comes into a relationship after you decide and commit that it's forever. Because after forever is still a whole new chapter altogether. With wrinkles and stretch marks and crying and cheating and faking and yelling and laughing and drinking and knowing that that person is the one of the few people in the world who knows you the most. Not that they know ALL of you, but that they know you the most.
In the movie, this old Greek woman talks about her late husband. He has passed away a year ago and she feels him "fading away" from her memory. She tells herself to try to remember every detail of his face for a few minutes each day. She says it gets harder to remember each detail every day. And when it seems she finally sees his whole face there seems to be a fog of sorts that comes into her head and his face sets into the mist. She compares this in her monologue to the passing of a beautiful sunset. She ends her lines with a toast, regarding that all we can do is love each other for everything that person is, and ultimately, we are like everything else, "just passing through".
Today at work my coworker was talking about her husband who had passed 5 years ago. She says she misses it when she accidentally hurts herself around the house or when there is dancing. She said she was on a cruise this past year and she heard a song. Everyone was dancing and she wanted to, but she didn't have anyone to dance with. She said, "because you know we used to do that together. We loved to dance together."
These scenes all make me think that no matter if we are to be married, widowed, single, divorced, we are meant to love each other and appreciate everyone's imperfections while we can. Because the old Greek woman in the movie is right. We are just passing through and we might as well give it all away to Love while we are here.
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