maya
timewasting fool (in every universe)
Diva- a French thriller from 1981, very unrealistic and a bit bizarre. A young postman is obsessed with a reclusive opera singer who has sworn never to make any records or allow her voice to be caught on tape. He secretly tapes one of her performances, and steals a garment from her but feels so guilty about this he turns up at her flat to return it (not mentioning the tape), and then befriends her.
Then things get really weird. Corrupt policemen, a league of Taiwanese record moguls trying to get hold of the tape. Our protagonist seeks refuge at his bohemian friends bachelor pad: a HUGE hangar-style studio flat with black-painted floors and walls where his pretty girlfriend rollerskates around a victorian bathtub on the floorhmm, while the friend slices onions in a diving mask and talks about the zen-like satori of making the perfect baguette spread... It gets weirder.
Very early 80's colour palette: pastel vs. neon, dark rainy streets and villains lurking in the night, etc...
And then it develops into some sort of standard action plot at the end...
I don't know if I liked this film. But I felt compelled to watch it to the end, which means it must have made some sort of impact.
However, we started watching it at circa 2 AM last night, so my judgement could've been a bit off.
BUT. The ending was beautiful. I really liked that. The singer and our hero stand in an empty theatre, listening to the tape he made. Hearing her voice on tape for the first time scares her. He holds her, comforts her, and they dance a slow dance as the camera zooms out, they become smaller and smaller and all we can see is the theatre. The end
Then things get really weird. Corrupt policemen, a league of Taiwanese record moguls trying to get hold of the tape. Our protagonist seeks refuge at his bohemian friends bachelor pad: a HUGE hangar-style studio flat with black-painted floors and walls where his pretty girlfriend rollerskates around a victorian bathtub on the floorhmm, while the friend slices onions in a diving mask and talks about the zen-like satori of making the perfect baguette spread... It gets weirder.
Very early 80's colour palette: pastel vs. neon, dark rainy streets and villains lurking in the night, etc...
And then it develops into some sort of standard action plot at the end...
I don't know if I liked this film. But I felt compelled to watch it to the end, which means it must have made some sort of impact.
However, we started watching it at circa 2 AM last night, so my judgement could've been a bit off.
BUT. The ending was beautiful. I really liked that. The singer and our hero stand in an empty theatre, listening to the tape he made. Hearing her voice on tape for the first time scares her. He holds her, comforts her, and they dance a slow dance as the camera zooms out, they become smaller and smaller and all we can see is the theatre. The end