Seeing that I am on a fave French romantic movies rewatch binge, it was pretty inevitable I was going to get to The Horseman on the Roof/Le Hussard sur le Toit, a 1995 movie starring Juliet Binoche and Olivier Martinez.
He is an Italian revolutionary on the run, she is a French aristocrat trying to get back to her elderly husband. Together they travel the troubled landscape of 1832 France.
I FUCKING LOVE THIS MOVIE!
It’s gorgeous and intelligent and etc etc, but mainly because I ship Pauline and Angelo to a ridiculously insane degree despite (or because) their love story is unspoken and unacted-upon. They are both deeply honorable people and she is a married woman, so they never do make love - the scene above is the closest physical contact they allow themselves* - yeah, the almost-hug and his kissing her hand while asking her to forgive him is the most they get - but I. Don’t. Care! They burn up the screen. And the ending makes me hopefully happy forever…
* I always found it bitterly ironic that he finally gets to touch her naked body but it’s a grotesque parody of making love because he is desperately trying to save her from death by cholera and neither is thinking about romance at that point…ah, movie, you are evil.
6. Yes, I do, and yes, it is. I’m more likely, I think, to savor the language for its own sake when reading in a second language (usually French or German.) I suspect that this is partly a function of reading more slowly, and partly because, if I go to the trouble of seeking out a foreign-language novel, it’s usually of a very high quality. (This is more true for French than for German, since I read it less fluently.)
8. Probably Pride and Prejudice. :) This is not because Austen’s prose is simple, but because it wears its complexity lightly. P&P is comfortingly familiar, but I always discover new things in it. And Austen’s writing sparkles so brilliantly that even brief excerpts of it, on a convalescent’s short attention span, are delightful. The last time I was really stuck in bed sick (I fell over when trying to get myself a glass of water; it wasn’t pretty) my flatmate brought me Outlander, which was a good sickbed read.
31. Jean Giono, Le Hussard sur le Toit, if you haven’t read it already! Its portraits of landscapes and people are just brilliant.