THE END OF ROMANCE - Writer/Director - Trish McAdam
The End of Romance is about obsession, woman obsessed with her politics, a man obsessed with his art and a young woman obsessed with herself,
and how they all let love slip through their fingers.
and how they all let love slip through their fingers.
A feature film based on the life of Maud Gonne and WB Yeats, in development with producers Kees Kasander and Irish producer Edwina Forkin with development assistance from Fís Éireann/Screen Ireland and Creative Europe.
The film centres on the Bohemian revolutionary Maud Gonne, the visionary poet WB Yeats, told from the point of view of Maud's impulsive, 21 year old daughter, Iseult. Set in Paris, London and Dublin ,the eccentric mother-daughter relationship,, in this triangle of romance.. with WB Yeats, is set against the artistic and politically exciting, yet dangerously volatile, society at the start of last century, reflecting issues uncannily relevant to the start of our own 21st century.
The Second Coming - WB Yeats (1919) (excerpt)
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,...
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
The film centres on the Bohemian revolutionary Maud Gonne, the visionary poet WB Yeats, told from the point of view of Maud's impulsive, 21 year old daughter, Iseult. Set in Paris, London and Dublin ,the eccentric mother-daughter relationship,, in this triangle of romance.. with WB Yeats, is set against the artistic and politically exciting, yet dangerously volatile, society at the start of last century, reflecting issues uncannily relevant to the start of our own 21st century.
The Second Coming - WB Yeats (1919) (excerpt)
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,...
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
