So this is my shot at having an opinion on 'Reconstruction', one of the most abstract (yet beautiful) love movies I've ever seen.See, we are used to follow the chick-flick formula: boy meets girl, love fights all the obstacles, they have very nice, sinchronized sex (on the first try), and in the end background music leads us to them laughing with their first born or, if life sucked, to their last 'I will be fine' statement.
'Reconstruction' (Christoffer Boe, 2003) is nothing like it. It is weird, twisted, visually delicious, and shows the real Copenhagen without changing names or adding extras. So in this love story they decide in a second that they are up to give away their cozy lives for a gut feeling. Alex asks 'Why me?' and Aimée answers: 'Because I am your dream'. So apart from that and trying to ignore the WHY, WHY, WHY? questions that nobody will answer (i.e. why everybody seems to have forgotten Alex, why is it all a game that changes parties when he makes choices, why things were not working between Aimée and August), the crude definition of 'love' is quite visible:
Love is a decision for women, and a surprise for men.
Love is understanding that one glance can switch your path for good.
Love is a moment that will never come back.
Love is living in the border between reality and hallucinations.
Love makes you run and chase, forgetting about everything you left behind.
Love is unpredictible. And violent. And has no time frame.
Ah, kaerlighed... Up to what extent would we want to 'reconstruct' our lives to make stories as we want to remember them? I do that a lot, precisely when I think about my life and how it all started. Everything's constructed. Still it hurts.
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