Les Parapluies de Cherbourg
Oh, Jacques Demy’s style is just too pretty. It took me about 5 minutes to get used to the singing, but then I was delighted by the incredible pinkness of the movie.
It’s a silly yet lovely story, full of ridiculous singing yet at the same time, I think there is a hint of innocent love transporting true emotions. Even her mother is so nicely stereotypical, I love it.
“A pregnant woman is always beautiful.” I am not so sure if I agree with that, but I want to believe it. In my flight from Budapest to Berlin, I saw a couple that I found surprisingly happy and sweet when they kissed. Shortly after it turned out that the woman was pregnant, and then I understood. Heh.
I think the colorful mise en scène is the greatest merit of the film, even more so than the cheerfulness that always comes with any musical, even when the storyline is comparably serious (such as here). It’s just so, so, so stylish, albeit in a completely different way than, say, Godard’s films are stylish. Demy’s flashy color choices are so unusual and I think I have never seen a ponytail as beautiful as Catherine Deneuve’s in this movie. XD I am inexplicably drawn to these colors and am looking forward very much to “Les Demoiselles de Rochefort” because I am expecting it to be even more lovely and cheerful.