Fun, pure and simple

That's how this has been. We've been sliding in and out of pools, rocketing up mountains, listening to music, eating and drinking. Last night we watched Take this Waltz, not to be confused with the book I just read The Forgotten Waltz. The film is Sarah Polley's second and it was good. It took me off guard, which is always good. I was far too ready to dismiss the cutesy, hipster posturing of the opening sequences . . . before I realized that the couple's sickening affectations were the point. They were trying too hard and nothing was really holding them together beyond their playing at house. The love interest was far more intense and interesting to the heroine because he offered her something more profound. We all want someone to move us rather than just tolerate us, right? But of course, infatuation doesn't last either and people are all too easy to deceive. The film is full of longing and sadness and regret. Anyone who has had love fail understands these things. Certainly, I imagined the conversations that E's been having with his ex this summer . . . her telling him that all that was keeping her in her present marriage was fatigue and a lack of funds. This is the man she left him for. This is the man she had a baby with soon after leaving him. She realizes now it was a big mistake, but guess what? There isn't any going back. Thankfully, for me, there's just going forward. E's stepping out of the shower . . . more later We're seeing David Usher tonight  . . . and dancing . . .