c'est...l'amour....

i watch it now, and it's a little cheesy. "say baby, can i be your slave?" black poetry-laden intellectuals definitely exist, but they don't wear black, white and denim everyday. they are not all authors or photographers; don't all drive motorcycles; don't all live in chicago...etc. but love jones was worth its weight in film if for no other reason than the quotables (and this too, may be an opinion that i only share with myself). i saw that movie when it came out in the theaters. i was in seventh grade (damn). so young, in fact, that i didn't even understand bill bellamy's anatomy joke about God being a woman (that young). yet, here i am so many years later - still able to reference this movie and apply dialogue (whether seriously or not is a different question) to real life.

DARIUS: "...so when people say the romance is dead, what they're really saying is they've exhausted the possibility."

SAVON: "everybody runnin' around here. running, hopping, skipping, jumping, falling in love and shit. falling in love ain't shit! somebody please, talk to me about how to stay there!"

EDDIE: "physics this shit ain't...all of it love, romance, passion. it is what it is...love is what you make and with whom you make it."

what can i say? there may be no wrong answers.