A French and an American student
meet on a train to Vienna and fall in love
sounds oddly familiar, like a pitch
for a romcom scribbled on a napkin
in one of Tinseltown’s shabby bars
that somehow turned into an epic trilogy,
and your only regret is that you were
neither the scribbler nor the lover,
but at least you’re holding on to something
real.
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I like romcoms
with Hollywood grannies—
when they still fit into the twenties bracket—
not yet afflicted by that ordeal
of the imagination called ‘growing older’,
where there’s no gruesome impudence
but the question: How old are you?
I guess it’s easier with the discreet
Quel âge as-tu?
More words to ponder at maciejmodzelewski.com
It is not easy to hit the big screen, even if you are the father of the atomic bomb himself.
But once you have managed to get Hollywood interested, things can unexpectedly get
a little complicated. The problem is that the magnifying glass is moving from the hands
of a narrow academic circle to a wider audience, and here practically anything is possible,
even being considered a schmuck.
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