Watched A Man and a Woman again.
Saw it first run, in 1966.
Just as pretty and bittersweet as the first time.
When I saw it originally, I wanted nothing more than to be French, to drive race cars, and to sleep with Anouk Aimee, the female lead... Forty years later I still don't speak more than a few words of French, I don't drive fast cars (though I still lust after the GT40 that Jean-Louis Trintignant drove, but if I had the money I'd buy one), and my ex-wife looking like Aimee is coincidental...
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