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Rating: Everyone sees the world through their own color spectrum: there are those who perceive everything as either black or white; those who see shades of gray; those who are optimistic, maybe even a bit naive, for whom everything turns pink.
In short, many colors, many types of people, and then?
And then there’s Amélie.
Amélie had no friends as a child because her parents were of the "everything either black or white" type: too dangerous, too difficult, too easy, etc., etc. So she found herself immersed in a universe she had to create on her own, without too many external contacts, a rainbow world made of a thousand and one shades that not everyone can perceive, a democratic place where each person's little quirks are accepted and become intrinsic characteristics of that person. On the other hand, when you study at home with your mother, who then died in a grotesque manner (grant me this, as she was crushed by a suicide who fell from Notre-Dame), and a father who is distracted yet kind-hearted, you don't grow up like everyone else; you become an adult with fantasies that have little to do with the outside world and become fragile when coming into contact with some "foreign body". It’s difficult to give someone else the kaleidoscope that will let them see what we know all too well, while it’s easier to connect with the neighbor who, due to illness, cannot touch anything (a metaphor for ourselves?) and to understand the problems of those we feel are similar to us, because they have difficulties in social relations. Amélie indeed manages to help the tobacconist at the bar where she works to stop being a hypochondriac, finds the right way to give relief to her father who’s always alone after the death of his wife, avenges the poor greengrocer from his arrogant, indifferent boss and the blind man who doesn’t see the colors and sounds of life, but not to admit that she too needs support.
But when she realizes that helping others doesn’t solve the feeling of loneliness that pervades her existence and the desire to be completed becomes an unconscious certainty, albeit inadmissible, then she understands that she can't continue like this: because the perspective on everything is no longer right, so influenced by her own ego as to be totally distorted, perceived by short-sighted eyes. On the other hand, the rainbow is ephemeral, the many colors we see vividly at first, then drown in the blue of the sky and with them each time we lose a bit of ourselves. Amélie doesn’t realize it but works from beginning to end to change her situation, the moment she starts looking for that guy who, like her, observes the world from an unusual position, even if after a life spent alone it’s difficult not to complicate communication with others, to step out of one’s own patterns, one’s own more or less bizarre mental games.
In conclusion, Le Fabuleux Destin d'Amélie Poulain does not try to give a univocal answer to any existential question, it doesn’t want to take us to the future or prove the fourth dimension, it just wants to remind us in a fresh and lighthearted way that everyone is different, everyone is alone, but there’s no need to be alone forever.
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