There is, without any shadow doubt, a certain kind of film that feels locked in a cage in a review, comment or a verbal discussion, which is found much more at ease when you look at it. This is because there is all alchemy which is triggered when visions come into play sensation, perception, pro-mystical experiences than just a description logic can not recreate in any way. The same goes for the faith or love (I chose the first two things - trivial - I have come to mind, just to render the idea), how do you describe them? How can you understand them to others? You're forced to hear, try, personal essays. So I do not know in what capacity to speak in front of "Je vous salue, Marie," an attitude is hard to find a fair and accurate way to express themselves. It's so - precisely - the mystical, linked to sensory experience, which is almost useless to stay here to rationalize. And maybe that's just what Godard would like to man: the end of the reasoning, logic, thought, meditation, understanding, touching at all costs, in favor of the faith that has no need of being touched by hand, but simply felt. Jean-Luc enough that, just believe. A "belief" which is obviously to be understood in its broadest possible sense of the word, is absolutely sterile bogged down on his religious common sense, and very wrong. In fact, this parable in a modern film about the birth of "Jesus" is nothing but a metaphor for the need of faith, a secular faith, trust, even at the cost of appearing naive and played. So much so that the love required to Maria, not carnal needs of its appearance, body and lustful, but only for spiritual sustenance. There is no room for the materiality of things in the Godard film, everything is tuned to frequencies transcendental, not related to the soul and the body. The purity of this virgin, emphasized in a deliberately disproportionate, almost unbelievably, is a clear invitation to a love more pure and genuine, bare of any brutality. So we talk of 'innocence and trust on the one hand, against materialism and skepticism on the other.
Thus, while the man seeking a coherent and sensible everywhere, Godard's "sponsors" - give me the time - the 'love (I stress the obvious choice, but unfortunately it is again a comparison that makes more power ) pure, authentic, unspoiled, even illogical, blind, insane, and no matter who is human, ascetic, or whatever. Why we must necessarily touch? Why try to always, always, constantly, an 'interpretation? Why would you want to understand everything? Why do we need to see with our eyes before having confidence in something?
Modern man is increasingly skeptical, cynical, doubtful, surrounded by a sphere of agnosticism - always understood in the broad sense - cosmic love unconditionally stopped, he stopped believing, by dint of aspiring to the body, the tangibility of things, it has become subject to question. Jean-Luc instead, with " vuous Je salue, Marie" , echoes of a renewed faith / trust unconditionally, without reservation, full and complete, to the man and his feelings, emotions, to his belief , to life. There are therefore no doubt, a certain kind of things that have no logic, but one heart.
"I believe that the spirit acts on the body, transfigured, covers it with a veil that makes it look more beautiful than it really is. So what is the meat itself, herself? You can only watch and try disgust, you can see in the stream or dead drunk in the sarcophagus. As the world is full of meat as the stock of a grocer, is full of candles at the beginning of winter. But this is only after you have a scope and been turned on, only then can provide some 'comfort. "
mystically beautiful
Jean, in addition to the discounted capacity directing and film, has an ability to choose its crazy muse: Myriem Roussel is practically perfect embodying the role of the Virgin Mary today, filled with the joy of living a pure and innocent.
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