Monotony kills Hélène, impulsivity kills Charles
What an intriguing movie. We start with a couple that doesn’t seem like a couple anymore. The dinner table is always silent, almost uncomfortable. Then comes the feeling that all that silence must have a reason, and it does. The discovery of the reason is followed by silence again. Then comes the mistake, or perhaps the only thing that, in his mind, seemed right to do. While he was doing that, the silence appeared again, but now it no longer seemed awkward. Then he came back to his routine, and she again to that monotony that feels like drowning with no chance to escape. In the end, they are silent once more, but not because they don’t know each other, but because now they know so much about each other that silence seems to be the only thing that doesn’t feel awkward to live with
Monotony kills Hélène, impulsivity kills Charles
What an intriguing movie. We start with a couple that doesn’t seem like a couple anymore. The dinner table is always silent, almost uncomfortable. Then comes the feeling that all that silence must have a reason, and it does. The discovery of the reason is followed by silence again. Then comes the mistake, or perhaps the only thing that, in his mind, seemed right to do. While he was doing that, the silence appeared again, but now it no longer seemed awkward. Then he came back to his routine, and she again to that monotony that feels like drowning with no chance to escape. In the end, they are silent once more, but not because they don’t know each other, but because now they know so much about each other that silence seems to be the only thing that doesn’t feel awkward to live with
