There's a right way to be single, a wrong way to be single, and then...there's Alice. And Robin. Lucy. Meg. Tom. David. New York City is full of lonely hearts seeking the right match, be it... See full summary »
A British investment broker inherits his uncle's chateau and vineyard in Provence, where he spent much of his childhood. He discovers a new laid-back lifestyle as he tries to renovate the estate to be sold.
sweet undertones that will plicky pluck at your heartstrings....
I know not, therefore I know even less.... There comes a time when you want to say what you really really feel deep down but when you search for the words they are not there, and worse, the feelings and emotions are no where to be found, and all you are left with is the empty, black, void of nothingness... They say nothing is the starting place for nirvana, heck byword goes, 'When you've hit bottom there is no place to go but up', but what if there is no bottom, and you just fall until finally you just float, sort of wade through the mushy gooey muck of indifference and add a lil' despondency, aloofness and you get someone that simply cannot feel anymore, pain becomes the one sensation to which our receptor respond, for it is akin to hatred, you spend most of your time in some humdrum existence like some raw piece of dead meat and only respond to hatred like some mongrel dog far far away from home, maybe the poor infernal cur never had a home, neither did you, and if you did who cares anyway, for all remembrances fade right in with the hazy muck of nothingness... You even forget how you got there, but who cares cause you have learned how to live, at least this life with your two tools, from caroming off the walls of apathy to being thrust into some chaotic tumult dashing against the impregnable walls of hatred, what kind of a life is that? Well it is simply a wavelet one can cleave onto greedily in the vast ocean of emotional waves, a very popular one for it gives one the sense of control, we hate therefore you can never ever hurt us, and what do we seek out most when we do not want to feel? Control a sense of knowing how you are going to feel, so we avoid the pitfalls that are going to bring us out of our designed garrison or we invest all we have in sublimations which inevitably lead us down a one way path to escapism, garnered with all the lonely trimmings one can muster whilst we bear all over town clad our lil' pillory hoping someone will one day spot our passion, maybe an angel will descend from above and save us from this ever lasting Martyr complex, but to most it never comes, for how can it come, how can anything penetrate our walls, who goes outside ready to scale some great historic wall, so there is nothing left in this sad climacteric and we insensibly perish along the gutters of broken dreams holding on tight to the one lil' nursery rhyme we cherished oh so dearly in a time when we truly were alive with all the hope and wonder of the universe, but that day is dead as our soul is dead, I'm glad the protagonist in this beautiful flix found a lil' peace in her life, if you are lost and can find a lil' serenity where heretofore there was none, than thank that one lucky star up in the sky that fell at your feet and cleave onto it and adore it till the end of time because most don't get that chance...
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