Remembrance of film(s) past
7 September 2007
To continue with the Proustian reference from the last post, I’ve had a wonderful revisiting of a film by Shunji Iwai called Love Letter (1995). Can’t believe it’s been 12 years since I last saw it. But as they say in Zen, time is an illusion, n’est-ce pas?
I’m not re-telling the story here. It’s one of those films that needs to be experienced rather than explained. I can reveal, though, that the film pivots around its own Proustian moment.
Ah, libraries. Les espaces des rêves.
The places we have known do not belong only to the world of space on which we map them for our convenience. None of them was ever more than a thin slice, held between the contiguous impressions that composed our life at that time; the memory of a particular image is but regret for a particular moment; and houses, roads, avenues, are as fugitive, alas, as the years.
— Marcel Proust, Remembrance of Things Past (1913–27)