One can certainly read this film, and its sequels as a project that charts the power, reality and possible decline of GenX bourgeois romanticism. Jessie and Celine are ideal lovers because they exist perfectly in time and in memory.
Revisiting their first encounter, I'm struck by how the writing smartly allows them to time travel to their future-selves - possibly metaphorically, possibly actually - to recognize the perfection and importance of this night.
But in June 1995, Nina Simone and Greece lay far in the future, as did so many other things - for them and for us.
It's fitting that this journey begins in Vienna - where so many bourgeois dreams were born in romance, only to crash on the shoals of reality. But the dreams are what make life worth living anyways.
One of Linklater's masterpieces. Glad to finally see it on the big screen.