One of my students watched
La Maison à Plusieurs Pied
by Jean-Pierre D'Allard,
telling the rise, fall
of the Sainte Bouviers,
ensnared by riches;
hatreds spawned
and business won, lost,
won & lost once more.
She recounts her favourite scene
towards the end,
where a liberated Marie
slaps the face
of brutal Serge, her husband,
played by an aging
Stephane DeJohnette.
It's the one-eighty,
the turning point for both
characters, the moment where love
drops its transcendence,
its fixed and static state.
I think Anise, my student,
sporting occasional welts
I ask nothing about,
has found a muse
to lift her trampled,
gothic spirit,
her nuanced sob
the film, the film.
Yes it is such.
Andreas Gripp
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