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A Double Life.

Scene from The Double Life of Vernonique (1991) [photo from Tumblr]

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I have a feeling that I’ve thought about the possibility of a “double life” before, but until I saw this film, my ideas were never clear.

There is one scene in particular which I loved, and it may have been the most important. It’s when Weronika sees Veronique from a distance and is mystified by their obvious symmetry (see screencap above).

During this scene, Weronika stares at the other woman with a stab of wonder at what seems to be impossible. Yet, owing to a mixture of odd feelings she had shared to her father many scenes earlier (“I feel that I am not alone in the world.”), she knows that she is not making insane speculations.

As Weronika follows Veronique’s movements with her eyes, I plead with her to move her limbs and follow the woman physically. Would you, if if you were to see someone who seemed to be an exact replica of you, be so curious enough to follow that person–just to observe, close up, how that other person differs from you? I keep thinking it’s what I would do. Examine the coordinates of our moles, check for birthmarks and scars, pitch of voice, shape of eyes… But then again, it might be terrifying, seeing a thinking entity who may have just stepped out of your mirror impersonating your gait and mannerisms. So, I reconsider and posit that perhaps Weronika’s reaction was sensible (although she hardly seemed to be daunted by her walking, smiling, other). She left it a mystery half-solved, to be thrust in a drawer, never to be opened again. Perhaps nothing is to be gained by acquainting with one’s “double,” (if there were such a thing) and the two worlds are best left alone. It is a sad thought, I think. It would be exciting–at least for the film–if they had really met. What would happen then, especially if we consider the idea that they are not supposed to meet? Would the world be in chaos because of a chance encounter?

From this I gather that Kieslowski is a smart fellow to play with our minds and make us see things we never saw before. I didn’t appreciate the movie that much right after I saw it, but now I feel its magic, although belated, circulating in my system.

The Double Life of Vernonique may not appeal to everyone, or immediately, such as in my case, but it is art in a great form. [That being said, I do not think Amelie (2001), which people on IMDb keep comparing it to, is lesser of an art just because it appeals to a wider audience. In fact, I find it atrocious to even think of comparing these films and concluding that because one is about love–a force that hooks a vast majority of viewers–it pales beside the deeper, “darker” film. I loved both films and think that this feat is pointless.]

Guilty as charged.

Listening to Have You Ever Really Loved A Woman by Bryan Adams is one of my guilty pleasures.

I’ve known the song my entire life but it was only recently that I learned to appreciated it. Arnel Pineda sang it at a pageant once and I just fell in love with the lyrics. He even sounded like Bryan Adams when he was singing (Marami pala siyang kaboses, ha ha.)

The song is also a soundtrack to the film Don Juan DeMarco, starring Johnny Depp. I haven’t watched it yet but judging by the looks of the trailer, including this song in the film was apt.

Anywhere but here.

I’ve been watching a bunch of post-college movies since I graduated (e.g., Post-Grad, St. Elmo’s Fire, and Reality Bites), and the culture abroad seems to have rubbed off on me; I wish I could move out of here already and live my own life. Have a job I really want. Dine at various places and never go hungry at night because I didn’t like what was for dinner. Pick out and buy clothes, shoes, and bags without some family member nagging me to hurry up or select something else ’cause either my weird taste is showing or the item is expensive. Play my music on loud speakers and not worry about any filial character commenting on how he or she does not like the current song playing. I honestly have deep regard for the fact that Asians are more family-oriented than Westerners, but there are times like these when I can’t help wishing I were anywhere but here.

…Falling in love.

God I could listen to Otis Redding all day. I realize his For Your Precious Love is reminiscent of Unchained Melody from the movie Ghost, but Otis was way ahead of whoever wrote Unchained Melody. The song is indescribable; it makes me fall in love.. or something. It is for this reason, this feeling, that I will watch Tell No One (Ne le dis à personne), a movie that has For Your Precious Love as a soundtrack, sometime this week. I will also watch the film because, apart from rave reviews and an intriguing trailer, it was directed by Guillaume Canet. GUILLAUME Canet. You know, the guy who starred in Love Me If You Dare (Jeux d’enfants) and is now living with his co-star Marion Cotillard, only the most captivating French actress in history. (Well, for me she is.)

P.S. To my best friend, if you’re reading this, you have to watch that movie. (Love Me If You Dare, I mean. I hope you can find a copy somewhere. 🙂 )

Watching.

Watched The Good Guy today, only because of Alexis Bledel and Bryan Greenberg. The movie was okay, I guess. I expected a bit more as comments on the uploaded trailer, which convinced me to check it out, suggested that it was an above average movie. However, I was able to figure the whole thing out several minutes into the film.

Despite this, I did appreciate the movie. The soundtracks were great; it’s been a while since I’ve encountered a movie that had so many good soundtracks (e.g. Lately by The Helio Sequence, Sideways by Let’s Go Sailing, Can You Tell by Ra Ra Riot and so many more). Also, Alexis stepped up in her acting. Usually she’s so ordinary (like in Post Grad, which I saw yesterday) but she displayed something more in this.

I’m currently looking for more films to watch.

Something’s Got a Hold of Me.

Listening to Dashboard Confessional’s Don’t Wait is appropriate. I feel afraid. The paranoia in The Final Destination must have rubbed off of me, as my throat feels constricted and all my senses are alert.

A memory did this. A memory of a friend’s progress in something, which only reminded me of my own… lack of progress.

I can’t do this. I can’t sit around, reading books and watching TV shows. I can’t spend my day doing errands and burning time at the mall. It’s wrong; it’s unwise. What is wrong with me? Someone help me understand.

At a computer shop.

For some twisted reason, the Internet connection is fucking slow today. If only I were at home, then I could listen to my songs with ease (my iPod died a couple weeks ago) and I could lie down on my bed and sleep until 4, my next class, or finish A Tale of Two Cities once and for all.

I’m brain-dead by the way. The reason I’m so tired and dysfunctional is because I stayed up the whole night studying for an exam in one of the most challenging subjects I’ve ever had.

I just realized this blog’s theme looks different on Firefox. I use Google Chrome, so I didn’t know until now, now that I’m forced to use Mozilla.

Darn, I got somewhere to be.

But all I want to do is sleep.

What a mess this post is.

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Currently listening to Everything Will Be Alright by The Killers


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