Thursday 16th July
I watched Amelie with my mother on my birthday this year and it was a movie that made me think a lot about what it meant to be getting older, to not be – quite so young any more, to have gotten to that age that I was in awe of and realise that life does not go according to the plans you made wearing rose-tinted spectacles and your mothers high heels.
Watching Amelie was almost like imagining my younger self – though the Amelie in the movie is my age I think – and wanting to love and protect her from everything the world will throw at her but also wanting to urge her to seize her destiny, to follow her heart and take a risk or she might just be stuck as a woman in a painting for the rest of her life.
In Amelie I see my secret shyness, her blunt bob and wide-eyed wonder is endearing and fascinating. Her caring nature results in some all thought out pranks on the grumpy fruit and vegetable vendor and restoring love and hope for her downstairs neighbour. When Amelie finally finds love and confronts the man she loves after she’s been quite literally playing hide and seek, too afraid that she might actually get what she wants, it is not only a triumph for her but for us the viewers, who have been secretly rooting for her for the last 2 hours.
It’s a beautifully artistic movie, almost lyrical in its cinematography and subtle nuances. I loved the way it began and ended, stating insignificant details that happened at the same time as her conception. The vibrant colours are pleasing to the eye and are symbolic of the hope and childlike wonder in Amelie’s own mind perhaps, of the dreams she harbours even if she’s too afraid to face them.
Spoiler: Ending of Amelie!