Le Notti Bianche

Dostoyevsky’s had four nights and if i counted correctly this one had three…not sure what happened to the last night here

I think Bresson’s adaptation captured the melancholy more purposively

Dance scene makes me rethink how to read the one at the end of Beau Travail. 

The original lover as objet petit a, and she fills in her lack with a supplement that fails to satisfy it. 

The paradoxical notion that to love someone is to love their differences, that a “you” and an “I” pulled together into some higher “we” is really a movement that can only occur by fully and u conditionally accepting that the other is as incomplete, messy, and complicated as the self.