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A la claire fontaine

Monday night I went to the cinema, alone.
'The Monday Night Alternative' is a film season at the Tullie House Museum
which shows independent films that have no chance
of reaching us through the syndicated cinemas by which we are now served.

Two weeks ago I saw 'Miss Pettigrew lives for a Day',
a delightful Henry Higgins of a film. Substantial talent. A period piece.
The screen play was a gentle and respectful representation of the book by Winifred Watson.
I read this last year, it has been republished by the wonderful Persephone -
I love rolling that word around my mouth - Publishing house.
They only publish out of print books,
which they consider to be masterpieces of 20th century fiction.
With a lighthearted punch.
It is funny and classy. The 1930's fashions too, sigh!
The film was a delight. I recommend it.

On Monday I saw, 'I've missed you so long'.
A wonderful crisp french film. Great effortless acting.
I had wanted to see this for some time, it is already on DVD.
But to see it in the small lecture theatre/cinema at Tullie House,
makes the occasion a little more personal and it feels like a treat.
Something which the commercial bathtubs, full of popcorn and selling BOGOF's
through the teenage market on mobile phones, does not quite capture.

Kristin Scott Thomas headed up the classy cast,
in this drama dealing with the dramatic family secrets, ties and angst.
I tend to watch more French and World cinema films.
As I get older the challenge of understanding the plot,
with their subtle hidden humour and stylish nuances
makes the effort of going so worthwhile.

A tune, ' a la claire fontaine' pulled me further in half way through,

as I seemingly knew the lyrics of the first few verses. By heart?

I couldn't recall exactly why I know it - Moannie may be able to tell me -

It has been playing on repeat in my head all day. I hear it now.
A pocket full of memories. Locked away. Until someone turns the key.
Life is strange isn't it?

'A la claire fontaine' was also played at the end
of another wonderful film ' The Painted Veil'
a film adaptation of W. Somerset Maugham's book.
Higly recommended also.


  1. Thanks for that entertainment! I would like to see them both (most likely alone!!)

  2. And you are a movie critic as well?? You are a fabulous person! ~Janine XO

  3. We now have some great films to visit. Thank you for reviewing these and presenting them to us this way. I too love old movies and gentle-era sepia-toned movies with soft lighting and slow movements. I want to be engaged in the people, not what they do, but what they think and ponder.

    Brava. And thank you again.

  4. Of the films you mention I've only seen Miss Pettigrew, it was wonderful. Will look out for the others.

  5. Sweetheart. You become more French with every passing year-how strange-linked to your ennui pue t'etre. I loved the book of Miss Pettigrew, and it would seem that the film has been made with great respect for the text. The French film looks stunning, what is the betting it is on your list for pop's birthday next month.

  6. There's a place like that in Guelph that shows these kind of films. I always thought the man that built the theater had a lot of vision. I hear he does quite well with it.

    He added the whole thing on to his 'bookshelf cafe'. Had started with a bookstore - added the cafe where he sold whatever the cook made that day. Then he borrowed a ton of money and added the theater. Smart man.

  7. aims- I could but dream..

    Moannie- you betcha, well maybe maybe not.
    Sniffles hard;y a critic, just like to share my pleasures around..they mean little alone

  8. This is something I miss living way up here in the middle of nowhere...arts and culture. For example, today my daughter sat over a bag of cow manure and filled her hands and took deep breaths saying, "OOOOhhh, I just love the smell!" That's about as cultured as we get. PLEASE save me! I would love to see these films!


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