Kind of 'Bleu'

Ben, Jerry, and Kieslowski's 'Bleu' tonight. We all agree it is beautiful, like looking at sunset in motion. But it had two moments I hadn't noticed before, perhaps because when I first saw it, I had not fallen in love yet.

One is Julie sleeping with Olivier, the guy who was crazy about her. It was not out of pity or sympathy, it was to let him free. If he found out the object of his obsession was human, it would make him realise she was not a goddess; she says: 'I cry, I cough, I have caries... that will make it easier for you to let me go'.

The second is Olivier actually making her react by upsetting her - she was so 'blue' that all her life passed by without attachments, emotions, passions... only one big love (the kind that only exists in the movies) can pull someone to the multi-colour life again.

Do we really need to touch rock bottom and living life in blue to realise there's actually music all around?

I hope not. Life in the 'bleu' should only last a bit to realise there's a shiny ever after. And then smile for the unwritten pages again.

Now I have only one thing left to do: nothing.

I don't want any belongings, any memories.

No friends, no love. Those are all traps.

-Bonne et genereusse Julie Vignon, 'Bleu'.