"Amelie has a strange feeling of absolute harmony. It's a perfect moment. A soft light, a scent in the air, the quiet murmur of the city. A surge of love, an urge to help mankind overcomes her."
If you're looking to restore your faith in humanity and all that is good, fall in love, and remember what hearty chuckles felt like, 120 minutes might be all you need.
If you're anything like me, you wont know how to feel about the film once its ended. I couldn't understand how a love story made my insides turn into a warm cuddly adorable mess. What ever happened to the modern elegance of apathetic love, cigarettes, and the urban comfort of carbon monoxide? Existentialist angst and pessimism have to be cooler than mere happiness, right? RIGHT?!
(Awesome facial hair never lies goddammit.)
Well, wrong. Jean-Pierre Jeunet manages to bring out the inner idealistic child we've all left behind in some long lost corner of our mind and never bothered to go back for. And he isn't even mad at you. Just like your inner child, Amélie (the protagonist) is rather detached from the world, she is unpolluted from modern paranoia, mistrust and skepticism, which makes her pure in essence. The whole film, seems to express this same detachment from the negative aspects that so strongly shape contemporary reality, and takes us back to a Belle Epoque in modern day Paris.
The soundtrack throughout the film, for example, are all Parisian Folk compositions by Yann Tiersen. This genre was born at the start of the XX century in Paris, a time where it was the home of the bohème, where poor artists congregated in cafés like the Chat Noir or the Lapin Agile to talk big, and new inventions arose daily. Certainly a time of hope and experimentation. The music transmits that Belle Epoque aura that resonates on the imagery which many people like myself grew up with when reading or hearing about Paris.
The colours in the film are highly saturated and have a rather yellowish hue to them. Showing a preference for warmth rather than coldness. This proposal is obviously trying to paint a different reality than the one our plain eyes see. We experience the images through a different lens, a lens pertaining to a different time, and a different feeling towards the world.
The music, the colours and Amélie herself, are in dissonance with the reality she lives in (1997 Paris) And that is what makes the film so powerful. Through the colours and music we experiment reality as she decides to live it, idyllically. After two hours I didn't want to leave her world, I wanted to go out and paint reality slightly yellow, learn to play the accordion, and finally tell the woman I loved that indeed, I did.
And so, the film becomes a testament to kindness and hope in modern times. And a reminder that love isn't a dream, or a fantasy, it is merely an action.





