French girl blues...
I remember it being really hot in the mornings when she first moved in.
She had just lost her job as a waitress and had nowhere else to go and I remembered thinking how fantastic she looked in her waitress outfit.
I had only been seeing her for a week but something about her just drew me in.
I was working in France at the time and had a job on a holiday camp doing odd jobs as it was out of season.
Things were amazing sexually with her and she was the most beautiful dark haired French girl and I fell deeply and passionately in love with her, which I think in retrospect made me blind to all the craziness that happened. She would walk round naked a lot and i could not keep my hands off of her beautiful behind.
The boss I had was a real idiot and I had stupidly agreed to paint all the chalets without thinking it through. It was at this time I discovered how volatile she could be and she went mental with me and we had a massive fight and she found some notebooks where I had been writing a novel which she read and decided there and then it had to be published. She also went a bit mental and painted the boss’s car pink and burnt our chalet down, we left in a hurry
And moved to Paris where she had this manic episode typing up all my handwritten notes, (it was back I the 80’s before word processing) all the while we lived a happy bohemian lifestyle for a time there.
We hawked it round publishers but her reaction to rejection was way out of proportion and I started to see how unstable she actually was but by this time I was so hooked by her I couldn’t leave.
We had to get way and went to the south of France and things seemed to be held in check and we were two people passionately in love.
I started to believe we had a future together and then one day she found out she was pregnant instead of unbridled joy this sent her on a dark spiral of destruction and depression.
Finally she was sectioned and seeing her there in the depths of madness, I couldn’t stand to see her like this, this truly beautiful free spirit and I, well, I ended the relationship with a pillow.

Apologies for the length, 185minutes with the director’s cut…
(nimrodihnio making gravy for one., Fri 22 Oct 2010, 11:38, 4 replies)

Great film
Shame Beatrice Dalle is almost as loopy as her character.
(Bicycle Repairman "you're also a bit of a wanker", Fri 22 Oct 2010, 11:57, closed)

bet you had the poster too!

(nimrodihnio making gravy for one., Fri 22 Oct 2010, 12:08, closed)

God this is driving me nuts.. I know the film and I can see the poster..is it Betty something.. Bleu?


Aaaaargh

just noticed the title of the post.. Le D'oh..
(wankymcwankwank Eels, tobacconists, hovercraft and bouncy bouncy., Fri 22 Oct 2010, 12:07, closed)

You left out the bit
where she poked her eye out.

Actually, I think I'm glad you did.

(Diva's a much better film, btw.)
( Sonic the Hedgetrimmer doesn't care what you think, Sun 24 Oct 2010, 19:23, closed)