Before sitting down to watch this film, you need the following equipment : a comfy armchair, a HUGE bucket to collect all your tears and a big Bath Towel to wipe your eyes ! This has to be one of the most romantic and sad films made for decades, at least since the 1940's and 1950's. Not only is it highly romantic, but the underlying eroticism will have you in a state long before the middle of the film.
To start with, when the film begins, all its protagonists are already dead..... Eastwood, Streep and Streep's husband. This is already tear-provoking in itself. The film is therefore presented as a series of flashbacks in conjunction with Streep's childrens' reading of her diaries.
The whole thing is very thoughtfully done, picture quality is excellent, the sets and lighting are magnificent. Streep's innocence ( "What is this passion that's invading me ???" )is extremely beautiful and natural. Eastwood plays it sober but with just the amount of passion to keep the spectator's heart pounding sufficiently quickly !!
Even if you are against infidelity, it's difficult NOT to want these two to make out so to speak, as you can feel the passion "boiling up below the skin's surface" ( excuse the culinary imagery please !! )
The tears really start to gush during the scene in the rain when Streep and her husband are behind Eastwood in his truck at the traffic lights -the waiting seems endless and the spectator can feel the frustration Streep is undergoing through this scene. We see Eastwood's truck turn off to the left and .......... oh ! its difficult to describe it !
The final scene where the ashes are tossed into the river is of course heart-tearing and we see how Streep's children reflect on their own personal lives in the light of what they read in her diaries.
It's very difficult to put into words the emotion felt on watching this film, so I'll stop here but would recommend this as one of the most romantic films of the last century which will be a source of inspiration to future generations.
To start with, when the film begins, all its protagonists are already dead..... Eastwood, Streep and Streep's husband. This is already tear-provoking in itself. The film is therefore presented as a series of flashbacks in conjunction with Streep's childrens' reading of her diaries.
The whole thing is very thoughtfully done, picture quality is excellent, the sets and lighting are magnificent. Streep's innocence ( "What is this passion that's invading me ???" )is extremely beautiful and natural. Eastwood plays it sober but with just the amount of passion to keep the spectator's heart pounding sufficiently quickly !!
Even if you are against infidelity, it's difficult NOT to want these two to make out so to speak, as you can feel the passion "boiling up below the skin's surface" ( excuse the culinary imagery please !! )
The tears really start to gush during the scene in the rain when Streep and her husband are behind Eastwood in his truck at the traffic lights -the waiting seems endless and the spectator can feel the frustration Streep is undergoing through this scene. We see Eastwood's truck turn off to the left and .......... oh ! its difficult to describe it !
The final scene where the ashes are tossed into the river is of course heart-tearing and we see how Streep's children reflect on their own personal lives in the light of what they read in her diaries.
It's very difficult to put into words the emotion felt on watching this film, so I'll stop here but would recommend this as one of the most romantic films of the last century which will be a source of inspiration to future generations.