As far back as I can remember I’ve always had difficulty getting sleep, especially when I’m either too happy or too sad. Yesternight, I was neither.
Still, I kept wide awake for no fathomable reason whatsoever. I did absolutely nothing, and gathered whatever tiny crumbs of sleep I could, while piled up uncomfortably over my office chair. I came back home at around 5am. Still in no mood to sleep, I turned on the TV.
Click. Friends. Nada. Click. Simpsons. Nope. Click. Click. Click. Amelie.
Ah, that French movie called ‘Amelie’ on Zee Studio, didn’t it have an interesting promo, with a passing mention of it being ‘critically acclaimed’?
Ensuing a few more minutes of aimless surfing and getting nowhere in particular, I had settled on Amelie. After a few minutes of watching, the magic began. Wham, I was sucked into the movie. Poetry on screen, with every colour a hue brighter, every shot sprinkled with subtle surrealism, giving the movie a dreamy air on the whole. It was told like an urban fable, the story of a girl on her quest for love and life. She, in relentless pursuit of her dreams like a female Don Quixote, reminded me of someone I knew. “It’s gotten harder for dreamers these days.”, a character said.
There’s just one word for describing this movie. Beautiful.
Here's a sketchy outline for you- Raised in near isolation, growing up to be emotionally numb, a random act of kindness whimsically carried out by Amelie, our protagonist, gives her a taste of doing good. Thereafter, she turns into an urban Zorro, changing people’s lives for better with her subtle tricks and manipulations. I won’t give away anymore of the story. Go watch it. Hang in there a moment. And you’d fall in love with her. And her unlikely sidekick, an old man with unusually brittle bones.
Oh, and she does find what (or who) she was looking for.