13 Nov 2005

Dieu est pour moi un tic nerveux qui reste de mes origines

I do not know why this particular line drew my attention. And then i remembered. Cause i’ve always liked lines which sound differently from the ordinary. And which sound confessional.
Elle est des notres” looks differently from the ordinary. It’s all about the shots. So static. Giving me the impression of photographical precision. The story seemed developed by one of those very few photographers who are artists beyond the shadow of any doubt. And most frames seemed to be photographs presented by the director to the public. Long enough for the spectators to picture the story. The feelings. The torments. The twists of fate. I sometimes even had the impression that the movie was meant as a demonstration of the everlasting “picture is worth a thousand words” sentence. But was not. Even though this worked as a secondary effect.
So what was the movie all about? Given the title, about people and places. According to some voices in the audience, about a manic-depressive woman. According to the person with whom I watched it, it was all about a lesson of life in a nutshell.
So, it’s about a potentially manic-depressive woman who doesn’t fit in places and between people, her clinical, open-to-study experience providing a perfect start for an analysis of every life. A woman who suffers intensely and traumatically. A cold-blooded killer, who shows no remorse or intention to launch her guilt. A liar who tricks everybody into believing in her. A professional whose results always recommended her. And who is just one of us.
"And, in the end, it simply isn't worth
Your while to try and clean your life away.
You can't. For, everything you do or say
Is there, forever. It leaves evidence.
In fact it's really only common sense;
There's no such thing as nothing, not at all.
It may be really very, very small
But it's still there. In fact I think I'd guess
That "no" does not exist. There's only "yes"."

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