I grumbled my way through the afternoon.I had to get into the city to see this French film. Subtitles, I thought. I'd rather see an Australian film. It will be for old people I thought.
I rushed to catch the bus from Bondi. The newsagent had no tickets, I flew across the road to the other store to the ATM. A $50 note, the next bus driver will love me. I darted back across the road for the next bus. I caught the bus to Bondi Junction, fled down the steps to the Train Station. Seated, I reached into my bag to put on my shoes. So far, this journey had been bare footed. I gasped. I had only one shoe. Town Hall Station, grabbed my bag, darted up the stairs, made it to the chemist, who didn't sell thongs, but did have those slip on shoes you buy for getting home late at night. I now had shoes and weaved my way up through the Queen Vic building into central Sydney and finally found my way to where I was meant to be.
I sat down in the already dark theatre and oddly enough, the moment I looked up at the screen I felt a warm sense of happiness. From beginning to end, I was entertained, amused and carried along with this French flick that I had almost felt irritated to go and see.
Romantics Anonymous is directed by Jean-Pierre Améris and stars Benoît Poelvoorde and Isabelle Carré, who played their parts simply. The simplicity of their roles seems to make them all the more endearing and the stylisation of their acting would almost appear to be more suited to theatre than to a movie. The scenery and sets were vintage and what you might describe as cosy, and were detailed and suited to an old fashioned family business.
The film warmed a romantic heart. It was a gentle yet strong film about love and chocolate. It was a story of a not so young pair, who were both involved in one another's work lives.
As I heard part of the audience laugh at particular scenes, I thought about why it was, that they were laughing. It was generally men over a certain age who seemed to laugh at what were the romantic scenes. When thinking about why they laughed, I realised that the male lead was not the perfect man. In fact he was not the great romantic lead. He ran away at times, blundered through the romance and it was actually the female character that proposed and lead the way.
It was the imperfect romance, but somehow their imperfect lives became something that could create perfection.