Red Grass (HU)

Mar-24

Based on the novel of the same name by Boris Vian

It can't be all there is to it.

This curtain, this house, the fluttering, the red leaves, the blue dawn, the shrieking moon-headed shrike, the multicoloured clouds, the midnight mine-light, the diamond switch, the stars, the pitch grass, the sandpiper, the train ride to Robigny, the flight to the island of Halypso, the mason's eye, the bower, the foliage, the vapiti, the dafota, the daphota, the chaff, the dander on the heads of the asphodel, the freshly ironed shirts, the yellow skirts, the oil-blue cashmere trousers, the iced coffees, the milk bears, the laughter at the funeral, the crying in the tram, the shame in the classroom, the making love in the valley, on the beach, the lake, the snow, the translucent mountains, the depths of caves, the first kiss on a secluded bench, the heart-chamber bed chilled on a Beijing pink cloud stone smelling of five-year-old lilac.

It can't be all that.
Some of the memory scenes were written by Adam Black.

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