Two years ago on this very day, at an NYFF press screening at Alice Tully Hall, I experienced the magic that is Philippe Garrel's REGULAR LOVERS. The film moved me in a way that doesn't happen very often, and now that two years have passed, I still consider it to be one of the decade's finest achievements.
But that wasn't the only thing that happened that day. Just before midnight, I took a train out to J.F.K. to begin what I still consider to be The Greatest Week of My Life. Now that two years have passed, I can confirm that this week was one for the ages.
I would like to pay honor to Garrel's film, as well as the glory that was my connection with The Prettiest Girl in The World, by reminding you to rewatch this clip. I could watch it forever and ever and never get bored.
Maybe I'll never feel that way again, but at least I felt it for a little while...