A girl leans over Seine River with tears in her eyes

When I say love stories or romantic movies I have seen a many. From my childhood to now moved by lots starting from Notting Hill to Intermezzo. Starting from Julia Roberts to Ingrid Bergman. Do I really mean it? Do they really define the meaning of love and the passion of longing for each other.

Much not into this genre I kind of stumbled onto a French movie called ‘Girl on the Bridge’ in English by master director Patrice Leconte.The film is made in black and white to magnify the effects and emotions. It’s a story about a knife thrower and his target. How their luck change when they meet each other and how their love cultivates.

About the girl (masterful performance by Vanessa Paradis) who thinks perfect love has always eluded her. Who thinks she is bad at luck of finding a faultless and ideal love.

About a man who is a knife thrower who doesn’t want to get intimate with his target as so could make him weak, who himself is not successful just saves the girl when she tries to jump of the bridge and suicide. The film revolves around these two characters that emote, like, love each other. Their journey towards finding the true love, the true meaning that makes this feeling an oasis in the desert, the accurate connotation that makes long voyages a rather small stroll.

A true film on love, which asks us what is this feeling, what is meant by being together.

As Rogert Ebert said ‘There is nothing like being partners in a knife-throwing act to encourage a man and a woman to focus on their relationship.’