Saw Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind last night. Caught the end of Gene Kelly’s An American in Paris today. I’ve got the mind on my mind.
“Paris has ways of making people forget,” Leslie Caron’s lead says to Kelly. He disagrees: “Paris? No, not this city. It’s too real and too beautiful. It never lets you forget anything. It reaches in and opens you wide, and you stay that way.”
Three favorite moments of the ballet sequence:
1. When Kelly is in the flower market, he holds the rose away from him and finds the girl’s hand falling into his to dance. Trading the idea of the girl for the girl herself, the motion is seamless and unexpectedly human. The moment is quiet but gives the most hope of the dream.
2. At the end of the blue scene, who needs to learn any more about the color? For all the heat of the dancing and steaming mist of the fountain, the pair finish still and apart.
3. The end.
The spotlight closes in on the rose and fades back to Kelly on the balcony. He closes his eyes briefly but long enough to tell the weight.