Love—of the deeply felt, complex, and battle-tested variety—is so terrifyingly intimate that, while in its throes, it is nearly impossible to communicate to an outsider how it started, how it works or where’s it going. Love lives in the close-ups, in those shared unspoken moments where two imperfect beings collide, in the hope of rearranging their molecules into something closer to perfect.
The two lovestruck, imperfect beings in question are, in this case, Felice and Lilly (known to each other privately as Aimee and Jaguar), the friends-then-lovers at the heart of Max Faberbock’s 1998 film, Aimee & Jaguar, playing this weekend at 5th Avenue Cinema.