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Few experiences compare with the sense of anticipation that hums through a movie theater
when the lights fade and a film begins. In
recent years few features have warranted such a buzz of expectation. Amelie (Le Fabuleux destin d'Amelie Poulain) is one
that does. Adjectives like magical and charming
can only approximate its ability to create an appealing fantasy world. It's a rich and imaginative work that delights
from the opening credits, a sweet confection that should be savored more than once.
The film starts with Amelie (rhymes with "Family") as a
young child, born to a neurotic mother and emotionally distant father. She longs for her father's affection, so much so
that her heart races every time he uses his stethoscope to examine her (he's a physician). He diagnoses a heart condition and she's kept away
from other human contact. Her mother dies (in
a blackly hilarious scene) and she's raised in the countryside until she's old enough to
leave home and take a waitress job at the Two Windmills cafe in Paris. She discovers a tin box hidden at her flat that
contains artifacts of a young boy's long-ago childhood.
Amelie decides to find its owner and reunite him with the toys of his youth. Thus begins her new part-time job and full-time
philosophy: making people happy.
But Amelie's own joy remains elusive. There's no special person in her
life. Then she meets Nino (Mathieu
Kassovitz), a clerk in a porno shop. His
hobby is collecting discarded picture fragments from automated photo booths and
reassembling them in a scrapbook. Amelie is
smitten - but just as her father didnt judge her heart strong enough to withstand
the rigors of a "normal" life, neither does she trust that it can bear the
demands of love. So her strategies for
meeting Nino are as convoluted and intriguing as the means she uses to enhance other
peoples' lives and the practical jokes she plays on a local grocer who cruelly demeans his
assistant.
Director Jean-Pierre Jeunet's previous film Alien: Resurrection was a
decidedly darker (and unsuccessful) departure from his prior works. Here
he returns to the lightness and wonder that marked his Delicatessen and The City of Lost Children and
with screenwriter Guillaume Laurent uses magical realism to create an effervescent world
of unrequited love, suicidal goldfish, photo booth intrigue and elaborate courtship
schemes. One never quite knows what is going
to happen next, and is rarely disappointed by the wondrous things that Jeunet pulls from
his magical director's hat. He takes frequent
and colorful side trips to examine unusual details, such as showing each character's likes
and dislikes. Cinematographer Bruno
Delbonnel's Paris is brightly awash in cotton-candy pastels scrubbed squeaky clean and
inviting, and the Yann Tiersen soundtrack supplies a worthy theme for Amelie's elfin
expeditions.
Of course, all of this whimsy falls apart in an instant if Amelie
can't win our heart. But Audrey Tautou is a
winsome sprite who's more than up to the task. Glowing
with an impish inner beauty worthy of a working-class Audrey Hepburn, she delivers an
enthralling performance made even more laudable by her lack of dialog. In most scenes her eyes are asked to do all the
talking, and they speak more eloquently than any ten Joe Eszterhas screenplays.
Amelie presents an idealized Paris, far too
sanitized and homogenized to ever pass for the real thing.
It's more of a theme park look - a world that you suspect could never exist,
but secretly hope could. But dont let
words like magical and charming lead you to dismiss Amelie as a fluffy trifle. It deals with some fundamental human themes: love,
loneliness, self-confidence and insecurity. In
many ways it's as light and sweet as cotton candy. But
unlike the circus confection, its essence will stay with you long after you've enjoyed it.
- Bob Aulert