Last night my partner-in-crime, Collin, made me venture to the shady streets of Williamsburg to watch a film I've been dying to see. Heartbeats (les amours imaginaires) is the second film from my enemy Xavier Dolan. No I don't know him personally, but any 21 year old who has made two films that have been showcased at the Cannes Film Festival is no friend of mine. What I will say is that he knows how to make a film. Sure there were certain elements that I could do without, such as the weird lighting during the sex scenes, but the dialogue made up for any epileptic shock I was experiencing. Plus the soundtrack is friggin amazing. BANG BANG. Dolan has managed to make characters that speak the way that young'uns speak today. It was very strange because Collin and I both realized we were watching ourselves on screen. We're exactly like the bitch couple, Francis and Marie, and I was hard to watch our images reflected back at us. The story centers around two best friends who happen to fall in love with the same boy, Nicolas. Whether Nico is gay or straight is questionable because he's so friendly, his nature is hard to interpret. Watching Marie and Francis try to figure Nicolas out and fall in love with him in the process, is exactly how people fall in love today. There are no more dates or real courtship. Love nowadays slowly creeps up on you before you have a chance to acknowledge it. This movie has reignited my desire to get a fucking movie out by the end of 2012.
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