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Le scaphandre et le papillon
Jan. 9th, 2011 01:09 amI just watched a terrifying, fascinating, amazing film.
The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, based on the memoir of the same name.
You see a man wake in a hospital room. He doesn't know what has happened to him and since you see everything from his perspective, you don't know either. He learns that he has had a severe stroke and he now has locked-in syndrome.
After the first first twenty minutes, I wasn't sure I wanted to keep watching, it was so fucking scary, imagining what it would be like to wake up like that, and it almost felt ... voyeuristic.
But it wasn't gratuitous or sentimental and I kept watching. I'm glad I did.
( a few spoilers )It was touching and frightening and beautiful. I think I'll hear those soft voices reciting the special arrangement alphabet in my dreams tonight. That was the true soundtrack of the film.
The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, based on the memoir of the same name.
You see a man wake in a hospital room. He doesn't know what has happened to him and since you see everything from his perspective, you don't know either. He learns that he has had a severe stroke and he now has locked-in syndrome.
After the first first twenty minutes, I wasn't sure I wanted to keep watching, it was so fucking scary, imagining what it would be like to wake up like that, and it almost felt ... voyeuristic.
But it wasn't gratuitous or sentimental and I kept watching. I'm glad I did.
( a few spoilers )It was touching and frightening and beautiful. I think I'll hear those soft voices reciting the special arrangement alphabet in my dreams tonight. That was the true soundtrack of the film.
