TCM is having a Truffaut retrospective this month, and I just saw Two English Girls for the first time. I don't want to spoil my first impressions with too much jibber-jabber, so here they are:
Truffaut's great hate letter to love; seeing Two English Girls for the first time is akin to watching Cupid take his quiver of arrows and slowly perform seppuku with them instead of shooting them at people.
Okay, now that that's out of my system, it's really a great movie, and it reminds us that not all love stories have happy endings: sometimes the guy gets dumped and ends up a lonely fat alcoholic. And if that's the kind of story you like to see, then by all means, check out Two English Girls, as well as his great realistic movie about extra-marital affairs: Soft Skin.
