And I, as a writer, have my own unfinished novel. Philip Andre's film "Delicate seriousness."
A slightly sad love story told with true French charm and grace.
Philip Andre, a French director and screenwriter, shoots mainly short films, /note a good shot /.
Paul is a writer, here he is sitting in a cafe with a cup of coffee at the manuscript, and at the same time tries to call... (however, it doesn’t matter, this is almost irrelevant to this love story) and his answering machine answers him. Claire is a girl who is sitting in a hotel room waiting for her boyfriend, and she is also trying to call and an answering machine answers her. And wow, well, it turned out, Claire got the wrong number and sent a message to Paul. All she said was that she loved him, and she was ready to take her own life out of loneliness. And a stunned Paul went to Claire. Up to this point, they did not know each other, so at the meeting they drank wine for acquaintance and Claire calmed down in the arms of Paul. And in the morning he called, Claire’s boyfriend, because of whom she almost took her own life.
What happened next? Ask yourself, was it better than before, and was there anything at all? Because there's something wrong with this story. Did Paul not invent the story? The story of your love, without end, happy ending. No, something of course was, something gave impetus to the imagination, /something accumulated from life experience, life ideas and impressions /. Something that came out of this story.
They say that a good life does not make writers. Especially good writers. Maybe. Happiness human matter is subtle.
Writers’ happiness in general is unearthly matter, it is not in this world, it is in the world by him, the writer and invented. Therefore, they say that a writer can be judged only by laws invented by himself.
So, the writer’s happiness manifests itself precisely when the world invented by the writer comes to life in the imagination of the reader. When the reader can no longer remain indifferent, he may feel even human pity for the heroes of the book. Then when the reader survives the catharsis, when he himself will become another without realizing it, he will become purer, more selfless, kinder.
How is that possible, you ask. I will. The life of a writer is the main, unwritten novel of his life. There are no facts and events of biography, but inner spiritual work, the search for oneself in this world, the search for harmony in oneself, the attempt to justify this world, the nonsense of this world, the attempt to look through time, space, the soul of a contemporary. This novel is written all his life, and it is not finished, not because history has no end, but because this novel is not history, it is a novel of search, it is a novel of movement, /soul /, path, repentance.
However, it is all so, information for reflection (inspired by this short film) about love in the light of the nature of creativity.