the red balloon

last night, after dirk and i both returned home from the wonderful world of retail and craziness -- we opted NOT to watch another Christmas movie, and instead decided on The Red Balloon. this lovely little french film is only about half an hour long, and is perfectly enchanting. so many things to love! and in my dreams after watching this, i was transported right back into my childhood with images that i wouldn't have recalled in a million years. plus - this movie fully realizes my lifelong habit of attaching personalities and feelings to inanimate objects, yesss! and don't even get me started on the little boy hauling around Montmartre in a little grey sweat suit, brown leather shoes, and coveted messenger bag...