Dans la salle il y avait moi, un mari et une femme. Agées mais très jeunes d'esprit.
Lorsque je suis rentrée dans la salle, ils se sont réjouis de ne pas être seules.
Le mari a fait une blague "C'est une séance privée !". J'ai ri et je lui ai dit que j'avais peur de pleurer parce que le film avait l'air triste.
"Ne vous inquiétez pas, il n'est pas triste, il est très concret (c'est pas le mot qu'il a utilisé mais ça ressemble), et il est très bien filmé."
Voici ce que j'ai écris à la sortie sur Letterboxd :
It felt nice to feel alone.
And yes, maybe I am biased by my situation, pretty anxious going into this,
not because of the movie but that’s not the place to tell.
When I’m anxious I find myself going to the cinema quite a lot, not exactly sure what
I’m looking for in movies.
Comfort ?
Comforting me this movie didn’t, but it did make me cry.
A lot.
But only when the screen went pitch black.
The story was sad but also not, it was more about creating a space where you could cry and not knowing exactly why.
Because it hit certain places in your heart so deep you didn’t think you could reach.
You see, I’m never really alone in things, day to day life and hardships and everything good happening to me.
It felt nice seeing that being alone sometimes makes you heal, makes you meet other people that won’t stay for long, maybe just for one conversation that will change everything; it makes you keep so close to you those who do stay, being alone makes you live. Longer. Closer to reality.
I don’t really know where I’m going with this but I wanted to say something about this movie and about this day, average, and about me I guess.
Thank you Eva, it was nice meeting you.
And yes, maybe I am biased by my situation, pretty anxious going into this,
not because of the movie but that’s not the place to tell.
When I’m anxious I find myself going to the cinema quite a lot, not exactly sure what
I’m looking for in movies.
Comfort ?
Comforting me this movie didn’t, but it did make me cry.
A lot.
But only when the screen went pitch black.
The story was sad but also not, it was more about creating a space where you could cry and not knowing exactly why.
Because it hit certain places in your heart so deep you didn’t think you could reach.
You see, I’m never really alone in things, day to day life and hardships and everything good happening to me.
It felt nice seeing that being alone sometimes makes you heal, makes you meet other people that won’t stay for long, maybe just for one conversation that will change everything; it makes you keep so close to you those who do stay, being alone makes you live. Longer. Closer to reality.
I don’t really know where I’m going with this but I wanted to say something about this movie and about this day, average, and about me I guess.
Thank you Eva, it was nice meeting you.
A la fin du générique, je me suis levée de mon siège et je suis tombée nez à nez avec le couple.
On s'est regardés.
On s'est regardés.
"Un mouchoir ?"
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