Before Sunrise and Before Sunset: I saw them two evenings running respectively, reflectively. Richard Linklater, who I met first in Tape (which movie read me like a book), wrote the first and he and Ethan Hawke and Julie Delpy wrote the second. Hawke and Delpy acted, talked mostly, they’re more or less two long conversations, the first wandering around Vienna, the second around Paris. Turns out I would quite like to go to both cities after all. One relationship whose life is in two bursts of a few hours and a book. Together they’re an argument about love. Is love other than or more than commitment, trust, friendship, companionship, responsibility? Is there The One? I tell myself it doesn’t matter, if we’re both caught up in some glorious gospel project, that sort of question will cease to be interesting. But I wonder.