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Rating: An elegant Eiffel Tower rises in a gloomy and sad Paris, where melancholy inevitably turns solemn and proud. In delightful contrast, the bold stride of a woman in a fur coat reminiscent of lush African forests; in a nutshell: love strips off its nobility and descends into the human dimension. Love is described in all its various facets: passionate, fragile, religious, maternal, platonic, but it is always marked by a constant pain, a demon.
These are the message and the goal of Morris, but the journey is just as challenging: one must walk on the finest grass with dangerous stiletto heels.
The behavior of Morris is intelligent and exemplary: she walks away confidently and briskly, allowed by an exquisite musical sensitivity, atmospheres thick with theatricality, and above all, a voice that can lead us anywhere. But she wisely walks on tiptoe, careful not to succumb to hubris, and we are pleased to discover that no holes form in the grass and no clods are lifted.
The episodes are all of quality craftsmanship, I mention in particular "Nothing Comes From Nothing," and the reinterpretation of "Blind Old Friends." The style ranges from blues to jazz to pop, with a tendency to experiment.
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