I finally saw Amelie, 937 years late. There are things that Amelie is not:
It's not a western
It's not a romance
It's not gut wrenching
It's definately not deep
It's not boring.
It's one word:
Fluff
This movie is 100% fluff. It's like eating roast beef with turkey stuffing and fuck-loads of gravy, washing it down with (insert trademarked drink here). Afterwards then eating a slice of pecan pie with a scoop of ice cream.
This movie is the first 20 minutes of Baz Luhrman's Romeo and Juliet and Moulin Rouge exploded onto the viewer. This is the kind of movie I wish Baz Luhrman had down, an entire movie of his crack addict cinematography that grips your face and takes you to camera angles never seen before; camera angles of the imagination that are grounded in the natural human movement of reality. This movie is by no means deep; it is brain candy, but the most satisfying brain candy. The luxary car of brain candy, the belgian chocolate of brain candy. The perfect type of brain candy that is fluff directed with such daring sass that it makes fluff an art-form.
For some odd reason, this movie reminds me of the two ends of the spectrum, The Matrix and Star Wars: Episode 2. I would put Amelie in the category of "The Matrix" of being so well done, it's pure perfection or at least art. I compare it to Star Wars because in there, I see the spirit of what AOTC could have been. A film of blissful eye candy that could have survived with it's shit script and empty plot-line, if only those in charge, "knew" how to fluff with artistic style.
I never really considered this movie a romance due to the fact that it's "fun" that seems to be the main vein pusling life into this film. It's more of an adventure and I knew that when Nino was following the blue arrows that it was indeed an adventure of sorts. Amelie with here innocent but mischievious pixe look would imprint on my mind forever the epitome of happy. The young Amelie brought me back to the times when Christina Ricci was the ever so lovable Wednesday, a look of stern brilliance stuck in the body of a child. The narration was beautiful, cutting down barrier and getting straight to the point. No inner monologue, just cold calculated explanation in a world of fun and life.
You must see it.
It's not a western
It's not a romance
It's not gut wrenching
It's definately not deep
It's not boring.
It's one word:
Fluff
This movie is 100% fluff. It's like eating roast beef with turkey stuffing and fuck-loads of gravy, washing it down with (insert trademarked drink here). Afterwards then eating a slice of pecan pie with a scoop of ice cream.
This movie is the first 20 minutes of Baz Luhrman's Romeo and Juliet and Moulin Rouge exploded onto the viewer. This is the kind of movie I wish Baz Luhrman had down, an entire movie of his crack addict cinematography that grips your face and takes you to camera angles never seen before; camera angles of the imagination that are grounded in the natural human movement of reality. This movie is by no means deep; it is brain candy, but the most satisfying brain candy. The luxary car of brain candy, the belgian chocolate of brain candy. The perfect type of brain candy that is fluff directed with such daring sass that it makes fluff an art-form.
For some odd reason, this movie reminds me of the two ends of the spectrum, The Matrix and Star Wars: Episode 2. I would put Amelie in the category of "The Matrix" of being so well done, it's pure perfection or at least art. I compare it to Star Wars because in there, I see the spirit of what AOTC could have been. A film of blissful eye candy that could have survived with it's shit script and empty plot-line, if only those in charge, "knew" how to fluff with artistic style.
I never really considered this movie a romance due to the fact that it's "fun" that seems to be the main vein pusling life into this film. It's more of an adventure and I knew that when Nino was following the blue arrows that it was indeed an adventure of sorts. Amelie with here innocent but mischievious pixe look would imprint on my mind forever the epitome of happy. The young Amelie brought me back to the times when Christina Ricci was the ever so lovable Wednesday, a look of stern brilliance stuck in the body of a child. The narration was beautiful, cutting down barrier and getting straight to the point. No inner monologue, just cold calculated explanation in a world of fun and life.
You must see it.
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