I do not know what this image does to me exactly, but there is a definite puncture. There is a scene in Krysztof Kieslowski’s Three Colors: White where the main protagonist, Karol, has lost everything through the process of divorce and he is sitting in the subway playing a very sad Polish song with a comb on his mouth. He is so lost, yet can find something within himself to play a song, a very tragic, mournful and inconsolable song. To me, this scene about fate was enough to never forget the three films Blue, White and Red (links to IMDB); a must-see French film trilogy.
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