The Bridges of Madison County

https://i1.wp.com/upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/5/5a/The_Bridges_Of_Madison_County.jpg/200px-The_Bridges_Of_Madison_County.jpgA long time ago I was watching TV and saw a preview of a movie, I didn’t know its name back then, but I loved its idea. It tells the story of Francesca (Meryl Streep), a lonely Italian Iowa housewife. While her husband and children are away at the Illinois State Fair, she meets and falls in love with a photographer (Clint Eastwood) who has come to Madison County, Iowa to create a photographic essay for National Geographic on the covered bridges in the area. The four days they spend together are a turning point in her life and she writes of her experience in a diary which is discovered by her children after her death.

Isn’t it sweet?

I asked some of my friends to look for it online, as I really would like to see it, but they told me it was sooooooooo sad ! Actually I don’t mind sad stories these days, so I will try to hunt it.

I will also try to find the book for Robert James Waller . It seems to be quite interesting! Here are some parts of the book:

“I’m not sure you can [be yourself] with me along. Don’t you see, I love you so much that I cannot think of restraining you for a moment. To do that would be to kill the wild, magnificent animal that is you.. I have feelings of responsibility here.. …… If I did leave now, those thoughts would turn me into something other than the woman you have come to love.”

“Not all men are the same. Some will do okay in the world that’s coming. Some, maybe just a few of us, will not.In older worlds, there were things we could do, were designed to do, that nobody or no machine could do. We run fast, are strong and quick, aggressive and tough. We were given courage. We can throw spears long-distances and fight in hand-to-hand combat. Eventually, computers and robots will run things. Humans will manage those machines, but that doesn’t require courage or strength, or any characteristics like those. In fact, men are outliving their usefulness. All you need are sperm banks to keep the species going.”

And from the movie:

FRANCESCA: What’s the most exciting place that you’ve ever been in the whole world, hmm? Unless you’re too tired to talk about it.
ROBERT: Hmmm… most exciting, hmm… If you’re asking a man if he’s tired of talking about himself, then you haven’t been out much, have you? I’m sorry… I didn’t mean that to make it sound like some dumb statement.
FRANCESCA: No, it was meant… maybe it’s a little dull for you, sitting here telling all this to some housewife in the middle of nowhere.
ROBERT: This is your home. This isn’t nowhere. And it’s not dull.

ROBERT: I’m a loner, but not a monk.

ROBERT: Oh, and don’t fool yourself, Francesca. You’re anything but a simple woman.

And

Francesca: And in that moment, everything I knew to be true about myself up until then was gone. I was acting like another woman, yet I was more myself than ever before.  Robert Kincaid: This kind of certainty comes but once in a lifetime.

I really got to see this one…
 

10 responses to “The Bridges of Madison County

  1. It is a very sad story, but I highly recommend it. Hollywood usually ruins stories when they turn them into movies, but this one was very well made. And Meryl Streep is exceptional in it.

  2. I would not say it´s a sad story. It`s about a middle class, middle age woman living in the middle west a very standar but rather dull life, discovering the romantic side of life –and the one she has been keeping repressed– when she meets Clint Estwood. You could say it does not a happy end, but that would have spoiled the whole story.

    Anyway, I agree with sayed in the most important part: it´s higly recomendable!

    Enjoy it and tell us what you think of it

    paz
    julio

  3. Here is the poem…

    There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
    There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
    There is society, where none intrudes,
    By the deep sea, and music in its roar;
    I love not the man less, but nature more,
    From these our interviews, in which I steal
    From all I may be, or have been before,
    To mingle with the universe, and feel
    What I can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal.

  4. Pingback: Apostrophe to the Ocean from Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage « Kaleidoscope

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