Wednesday 31 October 2012

Film: "AMOUR", by Michael Haneke, 2012

It has been a long time that I have been in a cinema at all - and on top of it to see a film, which really moved my heart and made me think hard.

This film is a french/german/austrian coproduction and has received a Golden Palm in the Cannes Film Festival this year. I suppose  this was more for the fact that three legends of  The French Film, Jean-Louis Trintignant , Emmanuelle Riva and Isabelle Huppert  have been starring in it and we all know, that France is one of the last countries left, which knows what their artists are worth.

This film is different. First of all the story could be told in one sentence: Old couple faces death. Not normally a sujet which will fill the cash boxes. But then the cinema was pretty full. And very silent ( might have helped that in the cinema I went there was no popcorn available). It is a very quiet and slow movie, painfully slow sometimes, not, as we have to get used to more and more, running and anticipating,  leaving you breathless only by watching it...
Here feelings  and thoughts are expressed, often without words, but so clear and so courageous that you stomach twists and turns. Impossible not to be drawn into the  story, into the relationship between those two old people. To start thinking about it. Then the relationship with their daughter, here Isabelle Huppert:  a mirror to all of us, showing selfishness and helplessness in the face of the truth. Impossible not to react to that too.

I am not sure, who of the both main charactes/actors are more to be admired - Emmanuelle Riva takes the plunge in looking the part - and when she is proud and haughty, the fear and helplessness is there as well to be felt and seen. Jean Louis Trintignant fights despair and memories but keeps the stiff upper lip - and this will slip as well in a moment of letting go.. Both are old in reality too, which gives this film a tone of truth, which is heartbreaking. If there ever was a need to prove that old age has its own courage, there it is. There is hope for us all. Inspite of everything.
What stays is dignity, independance, despair and joy, clearness and awe. A beautiful film. And not for the faint hearted.

Monday 1 October 2012

News

Hello to you all!

It has been quite a while, that I have been on this blog and sorry for not having written anything for such a long time. But now it looks, that slowly slowly I am coming back...

In the meantime, my oldest son has left for university, the new house starts to feel like home for the "leftover-children" and me and even the dogs have found their way around.The fat squirrel, that lives in my backyard has got used to us people and has eaten all the hazelnuts from all the three trees, which I have. Right now the chestnuts are on the menu.

Today I had a lovely day off, working in my garden and having enough time to think about this blogs and actually felt that I miss writing! Between the need of finding new curtains ( I am getting there as well), the daily bussiness in the office and the other daily necessities of a family there is pretty little time to write about my usual nonsense.

During the summer I was in Bavaria and have visited the old house - there will be some pictures of how it looks now soon on this blog. And I have heard of some old and dear friends, which makes me think about the importance of staying on touch, even if it is only once a year. Another thing I was contemplating was the great possibilities this rentree has brought in the sense of fashion and the need to sort out some stuff right away - how about the new coats and which kind of boots does a girl need this year..
Then THE DECORRATION of the house - so exiting! I have gone wild on colours and have once and for all decided, that I go with colour. No greys and creams in my house - at least not fot the next years coming. There is yellow, lots of green and some very nice terracotta red in defiance of the dull belgian sky!

Well, all this just so say, that this handbag still has some content to come up with.
I'll keep you posted!

Jola