Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Amélie for me


“Les temps son durs pour les rêveurs.”  Le Fabuleux destin de Amélie Poulain can be presented as a movie for dreamers. For me, Amélie is a movie worth watching over and over. With unique perspective, meaningful colors and active music, it becomes an instant classic. In fact, Amelíe is a great movie.
First, we have its perspective. Amélie is told in a childlike way. Jeunet centers our attention in childish details. Amélie likes to throw stones into the river; an old man likes to cut circles to his plants. Even more, the association of a certain detail to each character becomes its picture for us. Nino becomes the guy with the photo album, The Glass Man becomes the man with the painting, just as a kid would associate. And how does a kid visually look at the world? With vivid full colors. The movie colors are very saturated, just as in the child world. Amélie robes are bright red or green. There are no midtones in the scene.
As a matter of fact, colors are meaningful in Amélie. Each color has strong, specific meaning. Blue for example, represents happiness through love. When Nino goes to the park looking for Amélie, he is carrying a big blue empty bag, waiting to be filled. Then Amélie invites Nino to follow the blue arrows, the happy direction towards love. Colors create atmosphere. Both in the grumpy man home and in the one of Amélie’s father, there is absence of color. Everything is sepia. Those man inner children are gone. In contrast, Amélie apartment is almost completely red. It talks about warm, affectionate beings in there. Colors represent a lot about our protagonist. Amélie will usually be portrayed in green for her usual and familiar moments and in red for the ones when she displays her inner pleasures and dreams.
Finally, the music in Amélie is an active participant. The whole mood of each scene is sustained on its music. Without the music we wouldn’t felt so sad about Amélie just before Nino enters her apartment. The rollercoaster the blind man went through when Amélie took him to the metro. At the end of that sequence, the man looks to the sky as an unreal divine tune is displayed. The exaggerated accents measure the importance of actions. The sound little Amélie hears while playing with her ears, the deep crack of the mischievous key, the pumping of Amélie’s heart the first time she sees Nino.
Amélie is a childish told story, full of amazing colors and vivid music. It gets to you and reminds you another way you used to know of looking life. This movie leaves you with a sweet scent and an innocent sight.


Tuesday, January 12, 2010

One of my moments.

Everyone has a friend,
But none like mine.
He’s special.

I was in deep trouble. Messing every relationship I was involved at the time I felt like a dizzying toy. No focus, no direction and no way to stop. In an unexpected instant of brightness I realized I had to call him. What would I tell him? After all, we had been apart for a year now, just chatting occasionally and talking about each other colleges.


The phone began ringing. He has always taken sometime before getting the call. I could still cancel it. Hello? Hey! Are you gonna be at your home in the afternoon?  Sure, why? I was wondering if I could drop by. (I had never gone to his home before.) Fine, I’ll pick you up at five at Rosario, ok?


That afternoon, I shut down my cell phone, sat on a couch, spent some of the most relaxing and smoothing hours of my life and arranged a little trip for another day, which date I can’t remember but we will call: “The shut up day”.


Vacations, one car with gas, plenty of stories, dreams and tribulations to share; combined with our characteristic way of walking while talking took “The shut up day” to a national park. I had been there before plenty of times and I really wanted to show him the place. Owned! He had been doing his Social Service at the ecology station of the place the whole semester. Even though, he had never got out of the office before and claimed to be unaware of what was out there.


After a little encouragement, I began to talk. There’s something you should be aware about me and talking. When I start, it’s going to take a while before I end. It usually takes something out of my control for me to stop talking. Like it’s time to go to class, the bus arrives to my stop or someone else drops into the chat, meaning to stay.


Being surrounded by trees, time and a patient buddy doesn’t provide any of the inconveniences listed before. I talked about me, my interests, my problems, my experiences, and with him inviting me to go on, coaching my fears and laughing at my jokes we lost around three hours. I felt like a feather, calm and happy.


Hunger caught up with us. A pause was made to order some tlacoyos to a nice lady. The place was desert. Enough. We’ve been talking about me. How are you?


-         - My dad is not living with us. I feel so worried about my mom…


 I should have shut up hours ago.