I just spent 92mins watching the french film, He loves me He loves me not, starring Audrey Tautou that famous Amelie girl. The film left me paralysed on my bed a while, with an uncomfortable chill down my spine. Such is what a great film can do. The story starts with the girl being in love with this married cardiologist, she sends him flowers, waits for him on his birthday, plans a holiday trip with him. The affair seemed promising, trimmed with purple flowers and artistic sketches. Then things went down hill, and. The film replayed to the start, but this time, from the cardiologist's point of view. They barely knew each other, just neighbours. She imagined the whole affair. And was diagnosed as an erotomanic. The film ended chilly, that caused the paralysis in me. The brillance of how they can mix romance and insanity so well, left me feeling irked out. So i lay on my bed for five minutes thinking about the paradox of the world's romance.
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