[Movie Review] My Afternoons With Margueritte

A refreshing random surprise: different from a typical Masala story. No nonsense, no repressed sex bullshit, no hypocrisy, no item songs. Just pure, platonic, love.

Watch it to get it.

Here is my favorite part of the story: excerpt from a poem that I fear would've sounded even prettier in French:

I met her on a bench in my local square
She made a little stir, tiny like a bird
With her gentle feathers
She was surrounded by words
Some as common as myself
She gave me books, two or three
Their pages have come alive for me
Don't die now,
You've still time, just wait
It's not the hour, my little flower
Give me some more of you
More of the life in you
Wait...
Not always are love stories
Just made of love
Sometimes love is not named
But it's love just the same.