The Plane of Finding

It had been cold, very cold, and each day more chill than the last. Hélène had found it easy to lose her sense of self, connected to nothing except the rock which lay beneath her skin. It had cradled her, and had reached ancient, icy tendrils into her being and claimed her in its embrace. She was the mountain, and the cliff; and though she was not the forest, she was the bedrock underneath it, and also beneath the ocean, which stretched out into eternity. But she was also something else, and so she said good-bye to all those things, and once again became herself.

Another attempt, a bit of fantasy this time. Have found it difficult to find that emotional connection in writing about something so other-worldly, so I’m not sure it really works. Please comment on it, if you have suggestions on how to improve it.

I’ve posted some of the previous scene snippets as well, eventually to be indexed here.

Koch Lorber has finally remastered and reissued The Umbrellas of Cherbourg on DVD, one of my all-time favorites, and it’s beautiful. The colors are more vibrant, the picture is correctly framed, and the sound is correctly pitched — all in all, a vast improvement!

Also available, apparently, is Demy’s second feature, Bay of Angels. Along with Lola and The Young Girls of Rochefort, his early work is finally fleshed out on video.

Still frightfully new when it comes to the French new wave, though, so if anyone has any recommendations, please let me know!

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