Many of you are already familiar with WhyIstheRumAlwaysGone who is a frequent commenter on this site. Rum has written a beautiful piece which looks at Remember Me through a series of written snapshots, incorporating the themes of love and loss.
Rum also writes for her blog, Regards sur le film Remember Me (Looking at Remember Me). Written in French, and also translated into English, it is another excellent site for both reading, learning about, seeing new points of view and discussing Remember Me. This piece was the 100th post on her site.
If you enjoyed reading her piece here, please make sure to check out her site and see what she has to offer there.
Regards sur le film Remember Me
The infinite sweetness of love. The dark, numbing pain of loss and death. Melancholy days. Summer flying by too fast like life. A rustle of leaves in the tall trees of the park, while a brother and a sister sit softly talking about their mother’s grief, about their other brother, gone forever. They smile, and then at the same time a shadow of sorrow crosses both their faces and darkens their eyes, like the flitting play of light and shadow in the leaves above their heads.
Shadows race across the garden of childhood and youth, the clouds gently dimming the sun.Leaves murmur in the summer trees, so softly, like the voice of the dead young man, whispering in the wind as the pages of his unfinished diary flutter among the ashes. The wind, remembering him, carries his voice for a little while before it lets it fade and go away.
The shrill cries of playing children echo in the park around them as he reclines, smiling, against his old bike, and teases his little sister with an imaginary busy agenda.
The shrill cries of children, floating on the blue air of a September day, as they jostle each other on their way to school. Their laughter echoes all over the great city, as the face of the young man dissolves behind the high window.
The sea waves whispering on the beach, when he was still alive, as he sat on the sand scribbling away some secrets in his tattered diary.
I've read this article and it's more like a poem, I've never seen anything quite like this about Remember Me, but it's incredibly beautiful and it captures all the essence of the film. I think this person has an intuitive grasp of what RM is about. Thanks for posting it.
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