Krzysztof Kieślowski directs Irène Jacob, Irène Jacob and Philippe Volter in this existential drama where a singer and a music teacher lives parallel lives in Eastern Europe and Paris respectively.
My second attempt to get my head around this and I’m still not entirely sure what to make of it. It seems to be about fate and loneliness. We are all puppets, like the beautiful marionette we see at a central point. I think it is an experience where you can pull at any philosophical thread and walk away with your own theory on it. Or you can just be seduced by the rich, waking dream beauty of it all. Sławomir Idziak’s cinematography is like a creamy golden broth, warm and fluid. He frames the captivating Jacob as if she were an angel… an angel who takes the bus, makes trilling phonecalls and goes to cafes. A sumptuous mystery I’ll certainly get lost in again over the next decade.