i stayed in tonight, ate dumplings, ate cheese, drank beer, and watched Dans Paris. a beautiful film that explores sadness like no other. a topic i've been writing and thinking about. the story of a broken and fucked up family, sadness featuring on several levels. yet, there's also a careful thread of tenderness between each of the characters. kissing, embraces, hands on faces, arms around bodies. and these are the moments where this film soars for me. there's a language to their bodily interactions, with less need for characters to form words around their love for each other.
in one scene, paul tells his brother's friend about his theory of sadness - that it's something we all carry from birth, and it can't be taken out of us, and some carry more than others. he says that while people always try to help you cope with your sadness, they can't. because only the person who has the sadness in them can look after it.
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