This weekend was rather nice, today I met a few friends and wandered around for a bit, and sat in this field where the corn was up to our waists and all swishy in the wind. Last night I watched Amelie. I think I must have forgotten how beautiful it was; I think I cried most of the way through. This scene is by far my favourite, it always makes me so happy.
Also yesterday I ordered A Catcher In The Rye and the film adaptation of The Virgin Suicides (I LOVED the book). I'm really excited, how geeky is that? Now I'm off to watch The Apprentice, I really want Yasmina to win! x
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i love the virgin suicides. all my friends borrowed it and said it was too weird for them though. =[
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virgin suicides is a book? news to me !
ReplyDeleteawe you are to cute! Thanks for checking out my blog! wish i could take photos in the corn!
ReplyDeleteBTW I LOVE this movie... always makes me happy w/ life!
Amelie is my most favorite movie in the world!! :)
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ReplyDeleteyou can use my photos any time! thanks for asking... i can't wait to see your photos in the corn
loooove Amelie. she is just so cute!
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ReplyDeleteYou got your wish, Yasmina did win, but I though my idea of "ManChoc" wouldv'e won(lol)!
Haven't read Virgin Suicides but everyone says I should so I'm going to get it from the library. I love hanging out in quiet little places with friends on summer nights in deep summer, they are the secret times, always remembered!
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Bonjour ! first time i'm visiting your blog, ill be back for more :)
ReplyDeletewell if you wanna be inspired by my collages or just dream, come and visit my blog :)
a bientot !
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HEY - Just replying to the comment on the glitterpills blog :) I agree totally, Kate was boring! And I'm not sure what them ties were all about either! I didn't really know who the real kate was and she just didn't seem to enjoy business! :P Sorry, I'm just having a rant but I literally went "YESSSSSS" when Yasmina won :P
ReplyDeleteI LOVE Amelie, i could watch it allll day!! Beautiful pictures. So happy that yasmina won apprentice too!
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*tear* how romantic is it.. and the way he looks for photos under booths...
ReplyDeleteAmelie is basically my favorite movie ever! The aesthetic is too good. I keep meaning to see The Virgin Suicides, too.
ReplyDeleteive never seen it. now i really really want to!
ReplyDeletelove amelie :)
ReplyDeletevirgin suicides is actually the best movie. theres a book :O
pretty blog x
i want to watch amelie again sooon! x
ReplyDeleteI loved Amelie too..I keep thinking of the gnome..
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ReplyDeleteThe movie, Amelie, takes a magic marker, draws a big question mark over its heart and asks, "Where and When?"
Daydreams and a vivid imagination inform Amelie who cannot otherwise piece together the formative events of her life (her mother was freakishly killed by a falling suicide who had jumped off a building). Events seem to happen When and Where they please. Amelie discovers, wedged in the wall boards of her apartment, an old tin of childhood toys that once belonged to the now middle aged former tenant who is estranged from his daughter - the toys recall for him that time - maybe the past can repair the present.
Amelie devises elaborate covert stratagems to set things right: from behind the scenes she teaches the mean shopkeeper a lesson; she plays matchmaker to the lonely woman working the cashier at the cafe, "The Two WindMills" (is she tilting at them in her quixotic journey?); she leaves a torn photo of herself in the photo-booth hoping that the scrapbook maker will piece the picture together and be able to read the note she holds up in the photo suggesting they meet.
He replies with his own photo - "Ou et Quand" - "Where and When?"
Ou et Quand? Amelie doesn't know.
When Amelie and the young scrapbook maker finally meet, he starts to talk, she raises her hand to his mouth to stop him from anxiously ruining the moment and kisses him, first the right corner of his mouth, next the corner of his neck, then each eyelid. He follows her lead, silently kissing her back... the four corners of her torn self portrait come together as "Where and When" is gently and sweetly answered - or is it?
Amelie uses a a kind of modern voodoo to control her world and the people who inhabit it. Abandoned through death by her mother and left with a cold and aloof father she retreats as a little girl (and young adult) into a magical world of her own making. She remains in her solitary world untouched, unloved, unharmed, until the radio reports the death of Princess Di. The unthinkable has happened, the fairy tale princess is no more. It's time to grow up Amelie.
Tentatively Amelie bridges her inner world of magical thinking to the adult world, much the way a voodoo shaman uses pins and dolls - only in her case she uses garden figurines and personal artifacts (old toys, slippers, torn photographs, masks.) She rarely leaves the boundaries of her small almost play house village. She often goes to the train station but she never gets on a train.
The world frightens Amelie and she hides from it effectively. No one sees her behind the scenes setting in motion the events that lead to the mean shopkeeper's lesson in compassion; her father's release from agoraphobia; the cashier's sensual return to her hot blooded self. When Amelie finally comes face to face with the young scrapbook maker she is standing behind a glass wall upon which she is writing the restaurant's "specials" (she looks like she is on the menu) - but what if she isn't quite to his taste? Only moments before she witnessed his disappointment when he realized that the conventionally attractive young woman approaching him in the restaurant was not his mystery date. Just as it wasn't safe for Amelie's mother to walk by a building perhaps it is not yet safe for Amelie to go out.
Where and When anyone emerges from childhood to adulthood (as we watch Amelie so quirkily do) may be about learning to overcome the fear that keeps us from traveling beyond our own borders - merely manipulating from a safe distance whatever idiosyncratic toys we have at our disposal within the confines of our childhood experience. That is the question Amelie tries to answer for herself. In the end she emerges, pale from a childhood spent mostly in the shadows into the bright sunlight shining on her face as she rides on the back of the scooter, arms around the man she has discovered the courage to finally meet.
Now she is going somewhere.