Zonen

Before having an opinion on a movie, some people read other's before watching or vice versa; in films as complicated as Boe's you might end up feeling left behind... and there are more questions in your head than the ones you woke up with.

So the things in my head before Christoffer Boe's 'Allegro' had to do with an upcoming trip to Panama, the kiddo, and how to cook an aubergine. After the movie, I was wondering if the infinite can bend towards the limits of itself, if I have 'a zone' inside of me, and how many times have I said: 'Do you know that I love you?' wanting to be believed.

'Allegro' feels a bit like Dogville meets the Twilight Zone. The perfectionism of a pianist with a crunchy-Swedish-sounding name (Zetterström) led him to forget his childhood and even the fact that he had found love (once). It happened that his past was not forgotten, but 'kidnapped'.

The mood of the movie reminded me of some Scandinavian traits I had troubles dealing with: the very-well-handled loneliness, the neglecting of their own impulses, and the very objective look at the world that removed many of its colours. What was personally shocking is that despite being not-used-to-well-handle loneliness, I have a box in the head where I put memories, years, people... and have troubles finding it from time to time.

So we should all be entitled not to waste time tip-toeing life and say as many jeg-elsker-digs as we please. I do believe we should love deeply again and again, fall and raise, and be allowed to display stupidity while pursuing happiness.

Oh, and about the movie - the quantum physics used to explain that the past of Zetterström was kidnapped stretched too much the reasonable, but made a nice metaphor in the end. This movie was not made to think about it, but to think about one-self. I've got my little black hole in the middle of the chest.