les relations sont compliquées.

french movie night is one of my favorite new york traditions. among the fierce 70 year old women who show up and then proceed to sleep/snore during the film, hot gay men who promenade the theatre, and incredible tales that make absolutely no sense, i always départ falling in love with france all over again.

the movies tend to follow complicated relationships that deal with perversion, sex, lots of slapping, and then passionate declarations of amour. while my french love affair can be summed up in one afternoon with a man who stalked me in a bookstore, wore horrible sandals, told me i was immature on our first/only date, and became angry when i refused to go home with him, i am aware that no good relation française is without drama. you see, he continued to text message and call for the next three months even though i saw him on the metro with another woman. fml.

the relationships in the movie last night were slightly more multifaceted than this. "le premier venu" (or "just anybody" for you non francophones aka me) can really only be understood through the following visual demonstration:

obviously a must see. learn more at the alliance franciase.