In one of my favorite films last summer (Paris, je t'aime, which is actually a
series of short films about love, set in Paris), there is a vignette in which a
long-married man is about to leave his wife for his mistress. Years of mutual
apathy have rendered the couple’s marriage stale and wilted. All of the little
idiosyncrasies that he once found charming and endearing about his wife have
become irritants that make his skin crawl. He fairly loathes the woman. Nothing
short of an injection of a serious dose of "I actually give a care about you"
could save it.
But (without spoiling it!) the husband learns something that completely alters
his approach to their relationship. As their relationship evolves, the narrator
intones, "Once he began to act like a man in love, he became a man in love."
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