Tarot cards by sentence The future. What's she like? Where will you be at 20? What will you have at 30? What luggage will you get by 40? Will your days last into old age, or will your loins be weak? A fortune teller, guess. And the little girl looks bewitched in hope.
Inverted High Priestess and Hermit by the fate of Nelly Arcan. In these two maps, the encrypted code of her fate path. A hard lot, where the first card is: passion, the physical heat of spiritual awareness, vanity mixed with superficial knowledge. High Priestess in the Tarot, a figure endowed with mystery, mystery. She is depicted sitting between two columns in the temple. In this case, the black column symbolizes the dark female side, absorbing energy. Light - male, giving. The gatekeeper of the portal is this particular. That's what it's all about.
Hermit, second map of the spreading road. It is about finding your spiritual path. It's about thinking about the meaning of life. It is a desire for clarity of life position. Hermit. The essence of things. What's behind all this? We speak of loneliness and understand it as a hermitage. Removal, closure from people, inherent in the sign ... Priestess and Hermit. Even poetically, they sound majestic.
The Nelly Arcan lot is two cards from the House of the Senior Arcana Tarot. Two blocks of doorway into the world. Isabel Fortier, aka Nelly Arcan. Personality is left with a name in the past. Alias here, fake name here. Where are you real? Where? Arcana Tarot and Nelly Arcane in the mystical similarity of roll call. . .
Mom, dad in the Canadian outback, and a girl at the University learns science. I see myself. What is it? What's in store for this segment? In love, the first feelings of birth. Age is decision-making. Yeah, yeah. It's time. It's your time. The river carries away the murmur of its current... Cash shortage? A thirst for adventure? Expression of experiences in self-expression? And we're not doing dusty work. We accept men who can pay. Hourly-paid pleasure sex. Fantasies? For your money, you're welcome. You can have fantasies. Without restrictions, without puritanical restraints. Running, running river, murmuring, murmuring current.
I like everything. It's a surprise. I want anything. And more. And more. And this. And that. And even at the reception of the therapist, the session is played as a win-win game. The temptation of a charming fury, showing off. His sexual power to show, charm, irresistibility to enjoy, passion bewitched, subordinate to his will. So who's in charge now? Who's advising whom? In whose body does slavery creep? But failure. That's not a good thing...
Is this not the first glimpse of reason over the flesh? Thoughts on frailty? Flash.
The film is based on the autobiographical narrative of a woman who was in our world the cup of male seed. Being both a writer and a mistress. She became famous after the book became a bestseller, but the shocking truth of the pages was already eating away at her mind. Was her psyche shattered by an innumerable mess of countless male faces, or was she simply the High Priestess arriving between two beginnings, and the inverted map did not allow her to fully understand her purpose? Maybe that's right.
What thoughts did the picture inspire? Of course, psychology and philosophical aspects dominate the spectacle of sexuality. The path that each of us has in this world is an awareness. Why do some burn to the age of forty, while others drag the carriage of days to old age? Probably the rhythm of passions, the fervor of wasted feelings, the use of reserves. And no reserves. And the psyche is exhausted to emotional emptiness. Burnout. The threshold of old age even with a physically cheerful body shell. Stories and holidays, in excess, played a cruel joke with the person. Faults that dissolve the roots with acid.
The film echoes "Special Relationship" (2010), where Isabelle Huppert similarly sought her happiness. And here, and there, the comprehension in reflection on the "sight."
A 'male' version of the fall, worthy of drawing in The Legend of the Holy Drinker (1988). Rutger Hauer, in minutes of last breaths.
7 out of 10