Hiroshima, Mon Amour
The opening of the film was so visually pleasing, the editing briliantly guides the viewer
down a path of mystery.
Although, we (as the viewer) aren't quite sure what we are
looking at just yet, that is where the beauty lies. The scene of two bodies, endless skin, neither can be told where it begins
and where it ends, intertwined so tight like rolling hills.
one scene covered in ash, you have to wonder, is this the aftermath of Hiroshima? . . . are they lying there togehter, at their last breath?
What are we about to feel when the camera decides to pan out?
The rain of ash has turned to water, glistening skin, like sparkles from the sky.
Then to smooth clean skin, we see their full of life bodies move as one. And we all can take our own deep breath, a sense of relief comes over us.
Minute 2:22 - 3:33 in this clip is the scene I am talking about. . .
its interesting to think all of this can go through ones mind, within a clip that last no more than a minute.
Here is the link to the opening scene:
(I had to take it out because of the sound and replace with still images, but these images still get the point across)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hgh5zH0yZXo
This sort of editing is inspiring.
Another thought I found interesting.
Someone in the class had brought up, could she have been imagining her entire past?
Is she insane? What leads us to believe that her memories of the past are true?
In my other film class, gender and global cinema, we have been talking about the notion of
pathologizing women in films. Would it be right of us to go ahead and judge her? Or is her story of the past
geared to guide us to simply view and understand her life story?