Hiroshima mon amour (1959)
a film by Alain Resnais
There is a pain in the chest that appears whenever I leave somebody I love to go far away with out knowing when would you see this person again. But what if it did not take long for this person to grow in your heart. What if this person that is about to be present only in your memories also brings back old memories, memories that were buried, painful memories. Does the name of place brings back to the memory the face of a certain person? How alive are the memories? Can the pain of farewell trigger the memories of previous farewells. All these thoughts are crossing my mind after watching Hiroshima mon amour.
All this thoughts summarize what I saw in this movie. The memories being recreated in an absent environment that seems to exist only because of the protagonists, the embraces that are so sweet and painful, the pain and sorrow of farewell. Besides all these abstract and sentimental impressions that I got from the movie I also keep the images: the camera hovering over the streets of Hiroshima and Nevers or following a character on a hallway, the beautiful black and white photography and the city lights in the night, the sweet embraces of the characters.
Not surprisingly this movie gave the kick-off to the Nouvelle Vague of French Cinema. The story-telling bombards the eye with music, images, dialogues. The streets and the city become another character. The takes are creative and give a unique atmosphere to the scenes. This movie delivers something amazing, something fresh but also moving that stays with you after the closing scene.
I was really careful approaching to these movie, comments in favour sounded snobby and comments against gave the impression of lack of patience. But after watching it I feel it is worth taking the time to take a dip on this movie, to make it a personal experience, to let it flow and feel moved.
a film by Alain Resnais
There is a pain in the chest that appears whenever I leave somebody I love to go far away with out knowing when would you see this person again. But what if it did not take long for this person to grow in your heart. What if this person that is about to be present only in your memories also brings back old memories, memories that were buried, painful memories. Does the name of place brings back to the memory the face of a certain person? How alive are the memories? Can the pain of farewell trigger the memories of previous farewells. All these thoughts are crossing my mind after watching Hiroshima mon amour.
All this thoughts summarize what I saw in this movie. The memories being recreated in an absent environment that seems to exist only because of the protagonists, the embraces that are so sweet and painful, the pain and sorrow of farewell. Besides all these abstract and sentimental impressions that I got from the movie I also keep the images: the camera hovering over the streets of Hiroshima and Nevers or following a character on a hallway, the beautiful black and white photography and the city lights in the night, the sweet embraces of the characters.
Not surprisingly this movie gave the kick-off to the Nouvelle Vague of French Cinema. The story-telling bombards the eye with music, images, dialogues. The streets and the city become another character. The takes are creative and give a unique atmosphere to the scenes. This movie delivers something amazing, something fresh but also moving that stays with you after the closing scene.
I was really careful approaching to these movie, comments in favour sounded snobby and comments against gave the impression of lack of patience. But after watching it I feel it is worth taking the time to take a dip on this movie, to make it a personal experience, to let it flow and feel moved.
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