Stuck in bed watching Audrey Hepburn transform from awkward to graceful, with the help of landscape. Just how much magic does the world contain so as to change lives? As much as I believe, I suppose. Buildings, monuments, statues, they’re all static, never moving, grounded. But they move us. They move me. How much is out there, why am I here instead of there? “Maybe you don’t dig deep enough,” one part of my brain says.
“Maybe you’re digging too deep,” another part says.
“Keep things simple.”
“Kala, why do you always have to complicate things?”
The good thing (rather, one of the good things…there are so many in this film! hail to world cinema and Yann Tiersen) about the film Amelie: the ex-metro ticket puncher, who punches holes into his wife’s laurel leaves. And if I am already blind to the simple wonders of the world, then I ask for someone to take my elbow and animatedly describe all the little things that should be magnified, quickly, briskly, fast enough so that Im left wondering if something really did happen, and fast enough that it lasts a lifetime.
