Spur of the moment, I noticed that a French film, On My Way, (in English -- what it is in French I don't know), starring CatherineDeneuve was playing at the Cape Cinema only at 4:00 . So I went because I'm a Deneuve fan. This road trip movie written and directed by Emmanuelle Bercot has all the characteristics I love about small-ish French films: a complex main character with a complex past and present, a kid (her grandson) who is difficult, complex and open, lovers and ex-lovers and an involvement with life that most American main characters don't have. Deneurve is very beautiful, of course (but not in the too pretty-perfect Julie Christie was in the Alzheimer's movie I saw a couple weeks ago). She had been Miss Brittany but never went to the finals for Miss France. Now she's 60+ at least two sizes larger than previously, a hint of a double chin, wears a loose blouse to hid the middle as so many of us do. She is complex, utterly alive, mainly seeking a cigarette although she gave up smoking a year ago. Ms. Bercot gives depth to the story of individuals and an aliveness American movies usually don't have. I suspect the movie will not be shown many places but perhaps it'll have a life on the smaller screens since Deneuve has many fans like me. I totally enjoyed the film -- spur of the moment personal treats is a priviledge of the retired.
The mid-70s are a surprise! Part of me remains in the 50s -- age, I mean, not decade of 20th century. It's a joy ride, new experiences land in my lap and I've become a better quilter, poet, writer than I expected. It's a rich life for a person never rich financially. Hey, this is what the mid-70s are like!