Blume in Love is a 1973 film written, produced and directed by Paul Mazursky, who also appears in it. It stars George Segal and Susan Anspach. Others in the cast are Kris Kristofferson, Marsha Mason and Shelley Winters.
Stephen Blume (Segal), a Beverly Hills divorce lawyer, tries to regain the wife (Anspach) who has divorced him.
Wandering around Venice, Italy, where they first honeymooned, Blume wonders what possessed him to betray Nina, a woman he loves, by having sex with his secretary in the bed he and Nina share at home.
Nina promptly leaves him and sets about a journey of self-discovery, trying new things like yoga and taking up with a man 12 years her junior, Elmo (Kristofferson), an unemployed musician. Blume goes to great lengths to win Nina back, complicated by the fact that he finds Elmo to be quite a nice guy.
The movie was nominated for a Writers Guild of America (WGA) award in the category of "Best Comedy Written Directly for the Screen."
Roger Ebert in his June 18, 1973 review in the Chicago Sun-Times gave this film four stars on a scale of four. Vincent Canby of the New York Times described it on the same date as "a restless, appealing, sometimes highly comic contemporary memoir."
I remember
The night we met
That night we sat
Entwined
Under summer skies
I looked into your eyes
You looked into mine
You said
Oleander holly
"You're not like the rest"
And I nodded
Crimson feet of Collie
"No one understands me"
You said
And I nodded once again
Beautiful and lovely
As if to agree that all men
Are indeed the same
My baby
Somehow, you said
The only one
I was different
Who really understands me
Floating hand in hand we
Whisper in the moonlight
And say that I'm
The things you want to see
Kody and her star child
For months on end
I maintained
Goddess of the moonlight
A veneer of sincere interest
Hold me in the morning
As if I were listening
As you relived every page
And tell me I'm
Of self-help and new age
the only one alive
That you'd read
Who really understands you
I went in for the kill
I'd read the same books
Tell me pretty stories
I learned to ape the motions
Of a sensitive human being
Say you understand me
And we were oh, so happy
My baby
But you found things to fix
The things you want to see
And I knew it was time
To move on
But I could never be
In love
In love
So now you have me
Completely figured out
You feel sorry for me
I can't express my feelings
I can't tell the truth
We are all alike
At puberty, I was sworn to secrecy
By the international brotherhood
Of lying, fickle males
I can't tell you anything
And I can't commit
You're right
I can't commit
To you
Hold me in the morning
I will always treasure
Our time together
Tell me pretty stories
I don't feel enough of anything
To harbor the kind of disdain
Say that you're the only one
That you'll maintain
You painted me into what you
My baby
Wanted to see
That's fine
But I could never be
But you will never know me
In love
In love
Oleander holly
Crimson feet of Collie
Beautiful and lovely
My baby
The only one