Grimm Love (2006) Or If Only Romeo And Juliet Were Cannibals?

Many films and books have explored love. The iconic tribute of solidarity to the binary. The relationship that rubs against the spirit and brings forth something deeper and primal. From love we get this connection that seems to incorporate transcendence and destiny. There is a sense in which what love brings to the surface always-already should more than its trivial material reality. Love is already more then it’s base existence. But, there is a radical absurdity in staking a claim on a singular entity, why this one and not others? While this ring on this chick? Why is there this wife rather than another or none at all? Upon even the most basic inspection love is not able to hold its ground. Love thrives in this contradictory dialectic. The bond that love creates calls into question the very reality that it exists in. Once in love, the lover’s world is twitter-painted. A vibrant shroud covers the world. Meaning springs forth from the meaningless. A tree or a park bench passed on the