I’m not one to rewatch movies I’ve already seen multiple times by choice, but one definite exception to this behavior is the film Chocolat.

I like to believe that I was an exact recreation of Juliette Binoche’s character in a past life - constantly moving from town to town with just a handful of material possessions bringing the healing power of chocolate and emotional support to all respective townspeople, staying in each place for just a few months at a time until that undying itch to migrate inevitably returns.

OR.

About fifteen years from now I will suffer an early mid-life crisis and spontaneously move to Europe to train in the art of chocolate making and live out this very same existence. Definitely one of the two.