RIP, Eric Rohmer

What a bummer. The great French filmmaker, Eric Rohmer, has died. I never saw his Oscar-nominated My Night at Maud’s, but Zack and I went through an Eric Rohmer phase when we rented a bunch of his movies and we always saw them in the theater when they played. I always thought of Rohmer as the French Woody Allen: pluming the dynamics of male-female relationships, obsessed with the bourgeoisie, and prolific into old age.