Nina Simone. Celine played a song of hers at the end of "Before Sunset" and Jesse decides that he's going to stay with her in Paris.
I loved that movie. I loved Ethan Hawke and Julie Delpy. I loved the bitter-sweetness of Richard Linklater's revisitation, nine years later, of their characters' one night stand in Vienna.
When you mentioned Nina Simone, I knew that I had to look it up and when I did, I remembered there was another movie, a prequel called "Before Sunrise." And discovered there was also a sequel, "Before Midnight."
They talk about it in a retrospective, Hawke, Delpy, and Linklater, called "The Before Trilogy--Love Over Time." And they show some of the scenes from each.
I thought about watching the first one which, for some reason, even though I'd bought it, I never had. And I thought about ordering the last one which, until now, I hadn't known existed.
But then, watching the clips from it and feeling it's darkness, I decided against. And the first one, even, when they fall in love with each other and still take their leave. I know it's a story, but.
Which leaves me in the middle, where I started. Jesse is on an international book tour and runs into Celine at a Paris bookstore. And decides to stay.
They're not so impulsively young anymore and so it's OK, isn't it? Not really, because Jesse has left someone else behind. But it's a story, right?
And then it occurs to me that, many years ago, I wrote a story about my first love, about that summer of my first love, when I was just fifteen.
I wrote it in sort of random pieces, sort of like the way I sometimes put together pieces of my journal now, and in the end imagined how we might meet again, at a book signing which she came to because she knew the book that I'd written was about her.
And then there was a kiss, much like the first one when we were kids, and then another parting because we both had other lives, much like that first time for Jesse and Celine. But this was our story, some of it imagined, some of it real, many years before Linklater's was on the big screen.
I've often thought that I might dig it out again and now, I don't know, I may still. In any case, thank you Simone and Jesse and Celine and Elaine...
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I loved that movie. I loved Ethan Hawke and Julie Delpy. I loved the bitter-sweetness of Richard Linklater's revisitation, nine years later, of their characters' one night stand in Vienna.
When you mentioned Nina Simone, I knew that I had to look it up and when I did, I remembered there was another movie, a prequel called "Before Sunrise." And discovered there was also a sequel, "Before Midnight."
They talk about it in a retrospective, Hawke, Delpy, and Linklater, called "The Before Trilogy--Love Over Time." And they show some of the scenes from each.
I thought about watching the first one which, for some reason, even though I'd bought it, I never had. And I thought about ordering the last one which, until now, I hadn't known existed.
But then, watching the clips from it and feeling it's darkness, I decided against. And the first one, even, when they fall in love with each other and still take their leave. I know it's a story, but.
Which leaves me in the middle, where I started. Jesse is on an international book tour and runs into Celine at a Paris bookstore. And decides to stay.
They're not so impulsively young anymore and so it's OK, isn't it? Not really, because Jesse has left someone else behind. But it's a story, right?
And then it occurs to me that, many years ago, I wrote a story about my first love, about that summer of my first love, when I was just fifteen.
I wrote it in sort of random pieces, sort of like the way I sometimes put together pieces of my journal now, and in the end imagined how we might meet again, at a book signing which she came to because she knew the book that I'd written was about her.
And then there was a kiss, much like the first one when we were kids, and then another parting because we both had other lives, much like that first time for Jesse and Celine. But this was our story, some of it imagined, some of it real, many years before Linklater's was on the big screen.
I've often thought that I might dig it out again and now, I don't know, I may still. In any case, thank you Simone and Jesse and Celine and Elaine...