This is just so, so, so boring. I get that these films are for someone, I really do, they are just not at all for me.

united states, 1932, english

ERNST LUBITSCH


One Hour with You

I’ve been struggling to sit down and write anything about this film. That’s because it was boring. Boring things are hard to write about, because even thinking about them is also boring. Watching the film was boring, thinking about it was boring, and I don’t want this writing to also be boring.

I haven’t enjoyed any of these films. I haven’t enjoyed Maurice Chevalier. I haven’t enjoyed the terrible songs. I haven’t enjoyed the retrograde politics and thought. I haven’t enjoyed the pacing or the sets or the costumes. I have enjoyed some of the actresses. So I guess that’s something.

I’m mostly just very happy to be done with this particular part of this journey. And, you know what? That’s fine. There is no collection of 1000+ films on Earth that I would enjoy all of. Even if I curated it myself, I would likely find that some of them had lost their luster over time. So, it’s fine. This was an experience. A boring experience and I’m happy I’m done with it.