Today is my 40th birthday.
And it gives me pause to reflect.
On the many wonderful things I have done and seen.
And on the mistakes I have made.
This film, in particular, brings to my heart a specific apology.
And yet, I know not how to find the wonderful young woman who first showed me this film.
I doubt she is reading.
But I pray that my thoughts will bounce off the moon…and find her happy in Paris…or Aix-en-Provence.
But Amélie, as we call it in America…is full of beaming positivity.
And so we shall push on.
As much as we wouldst remain in this quicksand, we push on.
Perhaps it’s loneliness.
And certainly an overactive imagination.
But some of it is the absurdity we found in that Québécois masterpiece Léolo (1992) by director Jean-Claude Lauzon.
We can stay at home.
Far from the maddening crowd.
But we yearn for excitement.
We yearn to feel the blood pulse in our veins.
To “lose the fear” as The Boo Radleys sang.
how many waitresses we have fallen in love with.
Hard-boiled eggs in the highlands.
Don’t close your heart.
Rube Goldberg might dislodge a wall tile. And a world beyond…
Éclairs sur l’au-delà…
Do good things.
As if you were an angel.
A spy for God.
Ellen Andrée…the girl drinking the water…in Renoir’s painting.
Must clarify, not Jean…extolling Bazin.
One hand not knowing what the other is doing.
You have a mission to bring happiness to those around you.
Hippie bumper stickers call it “random acts of kindness”.
And I wholeheartedly approve.
Send the gnome to Nome.
Ponder jurassic orgasms from far afield or near (15+1).
And let out some steam for modesty’s sake.
Stratagems befitting Technical Services in thrall to love…forgery for romance.
Nothing some Twinings tea can’t age.
And the gaslighting which is currently being employed straight from Alinsky’s Rules against pizzagate researchers…turn the beat around.
Knowing John Podesta founded the Center for American Progress…under the aegis of which Mind Wars was written by Jonathan D. Moreno.
We have on good faith that US spec-ops use this very book.
So that Mr. Podesta should not be at all surprised by a little blowback.
Neuroscience neuroscience neuroscience.
And the funding and methodology of trolls suddenly makes sense.
Yes, Amélie is an expert in psychological warfare.
But only as a last resort.
AND, most importantly, she is sticking up for the undefended.
It’s impressionist binoculars vs. covert telescope.
But only she holds the key.
To Ellen Andrée.
And to the ghost.
Who seeks to repair the collective memory.
“Don’t forget my face”, she posits.
But love is the ultimate job.
The ultimate reward.
To find another like yourself.
To be accepted.
To find the lock for your key.
And vice versa.
It is cat and mouse.
And Audrey Tautou is magnificent.
She is a jewel in a world created by director Jean-Pierre Jeunet.
We feel “the time-image” of which Deleuze wrote.
Love is too strong.
Like staring into the sun.
Like a full moon.
But luckily Mathieu Kassovitz knows his proverbs.
And that “made all the difference”.
Early on one frosty morn’.
Simply put, Amélie is an undeniable masterpiece.
That only the hard-hearted could look down upon.
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Happy birthday again;) And don’t give up to search of your ideals:)
Thank you, my friend! You are a good inspiration for me 🙂 –Paul
Happy birthday, Paul!! Hope you are spending it nicely. “Amelie” is one of my favorite movies! Such a peculiar little plot. Have a good one friend.
Thank you, Isabel 🙂 Yes, it was so enjoyable watching this gem of a movie again last night! Thank you again 🙂 –Paul
Happy Birthday, Paul!!!!!! Thank you for sharing your talents here. 🙂
Thank you, Kristina 🙂 I hope you are doing well!!! –Paul