The 25th anniversary of the release of this classic slice of French whimsy, and one I was eager to revisit. Going back to an old favourite can often be disappointing - but this one exceeded my already high expectations - there really is nothing quite like it.
The eponymous heroine grows up in a sttangely repressed family, has an isolated childhood, and finds it hard to make friends as an adult. Instead she has an active inner life, a vivid imagination, and intense curiosity in the minutae of the world around her. That leads her to a discovery - she can make herself happier by making others happy, preferably in secret. And so her undercover life begins. But it needs a most unlikely friendship to develop before she discovers how to be happy for herself.
While the basic plot is simple enough what stands out is the idiosyncratic charm, throwawy details, and a strong visual identity. It's colourful, at times near cartoonish. Not only cinematographic, but photographic - there are so many images you feel you want to freeze and study more closely. Which connects it to a theme of actual photographs which runs throuht the film. The story is full of little twists, facts, dates, love affairs, sadnesses, revenge, reunions, and explosive sex in a toilet. Surreal and yet conected to the streets of Paris. Where elase will you experince the continuity of a bluebottle, a peripateic gnome, nuns playing swingball and a man in awe of his own brain functions? All of these feature, but only one of them has any relevance to the plot.
Whimsical, funny, quirky and human. I think I might be in love with Amelie all over again.