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Caramel – Women’s levity worldwide
A week ago we went to the movies to whatch a film M. had heard about. She’d kept telling me about that all the way from the office to the cinema, so as we bought the tikets I was dying to see that. It was while I was buying pop corn ( so what? It’s corn, it’s healthy, it’s like bloody corn flakes, it’s not like junk food. I don’t do junk food. Not very often, anyway) that we realized the film we intended to whatch was called “Cous Cous” while the film we were going to whatch was called “Caramel”, of the Lebanese Nadine Labaki. Well, guess what? It was beautiful. We spent our night in the cosy atmosphere of a beauty salon where the lives of women cross and melt like the sugar they use to do the wax.
The movie is settled in Beyrouth, but it’s not about Beyrouth. The women protagonists belong to the arab world, but there is no anger, nor politics, nor Coran it. It could be anywhere, because the relationship between those women are universal, as women relationships always are. So bravo, to this young ( and gorgeous) film maker whose levity has been already prized with a candidation for Oscars 2008, bravo cause she proved that Europeans ain’t the only one who are able to make a sweet, sensual movie about women.
Is everything falling apart or did I cross the Stargate?
Sometimes it happens that I feel all day long as I had walked on a dog poo with my brand new ( ways too expensive for my budget) shoes. Dunno if you recognize the sensation of being in a world that looks exactly like yours, but where everything is a little more annoying than usual not to be noticed. The feeling I’m talking about is the one you experience when you listen to the news, and there is not even the littlest “who cares” news to laugh about. It’s when the hugest woman you’ve ever seen stands right in front of the bus door and doesn’t let you out, so you miss your stop and get to the office too late to drink a coffee before starting a working day. It’s when someone you really love says something you didn’t expect from him/her, not something really unpleasent, but still. It’s when you start looking at yourself struggling in the world from the outside, as you were in a ’60s videogame or in a candid camera. It’s when your laugh stretches a little too much towards a sigh. You cannot really complain about all this, because people starve and die everyday, but still you know it’s a pain in the ass. Maybe the world is falling apart. Maybe apocalypse it’s coming. Maybe it’s only that my periods are about to come.
