This is a movie that I saw once on TV, many years ago, so I’m going by memory here (and IMDB) here. Albert Finney and the always lovely Yvette Mimeaux play a struggling couple who decide to take a trip to France and find Pablo Picasso in order to save their marriage. Not Picasso’s paintings, mind you, but Picasso himself, because he’s Finney’s favorite painter and Finney convinces himself that if he can just meet Picasso, everything will be all right again.
Well, there’s lots of lush, beautiful scenery, lush, beautiful music, colorful, eccentric French people, and romance. All very pleasant, I’m sure. But the thing that’s stuck with me all these years is the twist ending, about which I can’t say anything without giving away too much. I remember watching it on TV and saying, “Whoooaaa.” Of course, this was the early Seventies, I was in college, and my “Whoooaaa” threshold was probably pretty low. Maybe the movie doesn’t hold up. But if you haven’t seen it and ever run across it, I think you should watch it anyway, on the chance that I’m right. I certainly would.
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