Love is hard. Sometimes, it's going well, and the past intrudes in unexpected ways. Sometimes, it's going well, and you hit an unexpected squall. Sometimes, it's going well, and someone murders your wife and all you can think of is revenge. Sometimes, it seems to be going well, but your bride-to-be has eyes for someone else, and the whole town is about to explode.
And that's just the romantic kind, with its obvious benefits. What about the often frustrating love of a father for his son? Or the love of a priest for his God? Or the love of a mountaineer for his mountain? Or the love of an amusement park operator for his amusement park?
Also opening: Always at the Carlyle, 2001: A Space Odyssey in 70mm.