*Je crois que je l'aime.
C'est contagieux ?
Quoi, l'amour ?*
arthur is a mirror image of so many lost in the world. this one feels like a film based on our chaste attachments, the attachment one feels for something or someone in the denial of what they really love. for arthur, it is a woman, over his volition and fate of being a tailor, he does not make a choice but it becomes the death of him, once you decide not to choose, the result brings the finality and fatality to your stoic nature, you become the choice you chose not to choose. he hoped that being dragged off by a woman would tear him away from the one to which he was destined and that became his undoing.
(another short film, and its slowly killing me inside)
and thank you lea seydoux for being the face of france.
*Je crois que je l'aime.
C'est contagieux ?
Quoi, l'amour ?*
arthur is a mirror image of so many lost in the world. this one feels like a film based on our chaste attachments, the attachment one feels for something or someone in the denial of what they really love. for arthur, it is a woman, over his volition and fate of being a tailor, he does not make a choice but it becomes the death of him, once you decide not to choose, the result brings the finality and fatality to your stoic nature, you become the choice you chose not to choose. he hoped that being dragged off by a woman would tear him away from the one to which he was destined and that became his undoing.
(another short film, and its slowly killing me inside)
and thank you lea seydoux for being the face of france.