After years of people telling me how much ‘I would love it’ and it was my ‘sort of film’, last night I saw Amelie (AKA Le Fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain for those who are French or overly poncey) for the first time. After it had been hyped to the gills for five years, finally viewing should have been something of a disappointment.
It was not. It was wow. Amelie instantly made it into my Top 10 all-time movies
J, Cheryl and everyone else were right. I love it. It is my sort of film. It is cinematic perfection. Whilst some of my reasons for not seeing it up until now are good, (I was living with a cultural fascist who felt that Timotie adverts were sexually corrosive at the time of its release in 2001), I so regret not seeing Amelie on the big screen.
I am only posting this entry up – despite the fact it may seem soppy – as a public acknowledgement of everyone else seeing the light years before this slowcoach and as a thank you to Surreal Girl who finally sat me down to watch it. If you have not seen Amelie and there is still part of your blackened, cynical heart that wants to laugh and experience joy, find a couple of hours and make it a priority to catch up on this treat.