When I think about this movie I think about how sadness and joy were so well intertwined melancholy had a happy face and happiness seemed too painful. When I think about this movie I think about how Jacques was probably one of the most beautiful, artistic, creative and lovely souls we had the privilege to share the same planet with. When I think about this movie, I think about what it must be one of the most beautiful scores I’ve ever heard, I think about the first time I watched it; when I thought something so colourful and so cheerful would never hurt me this bad; and you know what? I’m glad it did. I admire growth, love, tears and maturity and how it’s gently weaved in the story; how every single detail is well developed, from the colours on the screen to the children’s names François and Françoise. When I think about Les Parapluies de Cherbourg and everything around it, I think about one of the most beautiful and remarkable movies ever made, and I can’t even imagine what it would be if cinema itself without something as majestic as this. Thank you, monsieur Demy, for this and much, much more.

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