I'm Nobody's Weasel

                           My first French film was ahem...one of those. "One of those" was a French reel without subtitles but a lot of action. I guess you get it. Anyway, after a long long time, during a period when I was not even getting the time to even sit down, grab a snack, enjoy a great film, I chanced upon this remarkable film that is truly sensational and every bit out of the ordinary. A friend of mine at work says that I get too excited and passionate about little things that I like...guess that's true..but this excellent work of art deserves every accolade it can get.
                           Audrey Tatou is a French actor that I first met when I saw that terrible let down, "The DaVinci Code". She was dressed immaculately in a business suit and though I was mildly attracted to her sensuous voice and accent, the disgust at the appalling rendition made of the decent book onto the silver screen got more of my attention rather than anything else.
                           In "Amelie", however, this girl has shown what life in its glorious form is all about. Cynical of life and everything around you, too tired or busy to stand and stare at the little objects of delight of life...? Watch "Amelie". It has the delightful potential to transform your jaded existence into one of wonder and humour, probably even encourage you to spend your precious time marvelling at all those little things in life that we so often choose to overlook or neglect and in the process, wash away the transient troubles this life has to offer. Woo...the girl at work was right, wasn't she? I've got myself too excited.
                           Amelie wins you over with everything that she does. Her secret habit of plunging her hands into sacks of grain and closing her eyes in near orgasmic ecstasy, her refusal to do things that any "normal girl" will do, the way she kisses her man in a most endearing fashion towards the end of the movie....all..all of them, marvellous pieces of characterization that I guess only those as artfully inclined as the French can possibly muster.

                           There are a host of other unforgettable characters in the film, but I cannot possibly refrain from writing more about our protagonist. She helps out people in the most unlikely fashion ever, getting pleasure out of the jubilant reactions of those people rather than gratitude towards her. Such naivety that only Amelie can manage. Her vibrant, vivid and sometimes absurd imagination is another wonderful aspect of the film's script. A passage in the movie showing her imagination to be most singular will leave you wonderfully amused and make you laugh your heart out.
                           I can go on and on, but that would only be me donning the hat of a spoilsport. I wont do that. That is a terminal sin. And most importantly, Amelie herself would not approve. You should watch the movie, and please do watch it with the maximum concentration you can manage without any distraction. Cos it simply demands it and I promise you my friend, you will not be disappointed.
                           During one of the many fascinating passages that this movie is infested with, the concierge at the apartment that Amelie lives in talks passionately of her long gone husband who used to call her " his weasel". Amelie responds by rolling her eyes with the faint tinge of a smile on her face. To a question posed to Amelie by the concierge asking her if she had ever been lovingly called that way, Amelie responds with childlike innocence and a certain sadness, "I'm nobody's weasel".
                           Actually darling, that's not true. Love you lots. You're the best.