Here is filmic perfection.
Excuse my Tourette’s outburst.
But it’s like a geyser.
Because this film really, really (REALLY) got me!
[the boy who cries wolf must get ever more creative]
A big, bad, beautiful wolf here…
I had no idea coming into this film–what I was getting into.
No idea about country of origin.
No idea about actors or director.
No idea about language.
Just the least thumbnail sketch of plot.
But other than that.
In French it’s shorter.
Nothing is even less of a thing in French.
By three letters.
An economy of means.
And that serves as as good a point as any (whew!) at which (yikes!) to start talking about this MASTERPIECE MASTERPIECE MASTERPIECE.
Because I don’t have to get drunk.
I don’t drink.
I don’t have to get high.
I only take my boring medications.
But you know what really lights my fuse?
And love when it is cinematic.
The hope of love.
The promise of love (however distant the possibility) when it is expressed cinematically.
In a film I feel like I’m the only one watching.
So i must first [sic] thank the universe for Julianne Côté.
As Borat would say, wah-wah-way-woe!
For nerds like me.
That little in-between haircut.
But fuck it…
Hair doesn’t matter.
It’s shining through.
Ms. Côté is a very attractive girl.
But not in the meretricious sense.
That is left to the less-than-sterling character played by Catherine St-Laurent (who’s also great in this film).
Every film needs a villain.
As the singularly-poetic Liam Gallagher once penned (and sang):
“You could be my enemy/I guess there’s still time”
But we need to get back to Julianne Côté.
Because she changed my DNA with this film.
She wrecked me (as Tom Petty might have said).
She took my soul and balled it up like dough and made gingerbread men out of it.
[ok, that’s stretching it…]
Because Catherine St-Laurent is the magazine cover girl.
It’s no accident we see her in a bikini…poolside.
But Ms.Côté just floats on the foam spaghetti.
Her face as beautiful…as the moon.
I MUST STOP HERE TO SAY THAT A GOOD MANY OF MY MORE SUBLIME THOUGHTS JUST DISAPPEARED DUE TO SOME COMPUTER GLITCH
And it is only appropriate.
As Nicole’s life is a grand series of fuck-ups and almosts.
Yes, thanks a fucking lot, WordPress.
Ten minutes of writing down the drain.
Ok, so the milk is spilt.
How to get back on track?
I don’t know where I was.
I spun my loveliest sentences.
Turned my most gossamer phrases.
And hit “Save” ever fucking second.
But it didn’t matter.
So we will go to tech metaphor.
Always fall in love with the typewriter.
Even the electric typewriter (like Histoire(s) du cinéma).
And give Microsoft no quarter.
They are, for once, innocent.
The answer is.
There is no getting back.
Not some Thomas Wolfe trip.
But simply to say that nothing I can write will sum up the brilliance of Stéphane Lafleur’s direction.
I am exercising zero hyperbole when I say that THIS IS A PERFECT FILM.
And nothing will ever sum up my admiration (yes, love) for Julianne Côté’s performance.
Nay, for her.
Let’s quote Elton John…
“Someone saved my life tonight…”
Thank you, Julianne!
I will just say Julianne from now on…because my computer doesn’t like diacritical marks 🙂
I’ll say it again a few times.
Tu dors Nicole has changed my perception of film.
Of what a movie can be.
It’s that good!
It’s that important!
I can’t believe what I just saw… […]