From: ggggg9271@gmail.com   
      
   On Wednesday, December 24, 2003 at 1:13:04 AM UTC-8, Lisa Morgendunst wrote:   
   > Well, it's winter and there have been flurries here and there. Anyway,   
   > it reminds of that now forgotten movie Love Story.   
   > I know, it aint no masterpiece. It's not even all that a good a film.   
   > Still, you have to admit there's something special, even beautiful   
   > about it.   
   > This guy, he meets a girl and falls in love. It's not that she's the   
   > most beautiful woman in the world nor the smartest though she's pretty   
   > and smart.   
   > And, somewhat difficult, even bitchy at times. But, he knows this is   
   > THE love of his life. He'll give up anything for her and vice versa.   
   > They can open up to eachother unlike with anyone else.   
   > They get married and he finishes law school and has a nice job. He's   
   > still young and has a whole future ahead of him. Yet, what really   
   > matters most is he has Jenny, someone to come home to, someone to come   
   > home. She's gonna be there for everyday of every year for the rest of   
   > his life. But, she dies...   
   > It wouldn't so bad if Oliver's an old man but he's got an entire life   
   > ahead of him, and he'll have to go thru it without Jenny except as a   
   > haunting memory. Granted, the movie is contrived. It's a tearjerker.   
   > But, this one gets to me. The image of Oliver, in his mid 20s facing a   
   > park covered with snow, all alone in the world, alone in the most   
   > fundamental way, is a rare moment in cinema.   
   > None of us would like to go thru a similar experience so why am I   
   > saying that I enjoy watching this movie? I guess because even though   
   > we don't want the pain we appreciate the beauty of sadness. It's   
   > probably the most painful sort of inner beauty but also the most   
   > precious.   
      
   (Youtube upload):   
      
   "Ali MacGraw and Ryan O'Neal on making "Love Story""   
      
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