Cred că ”The Mirror Has Two Faces” este unul dintre cele mai frumoase și emoționante filme văzute în ultima vreme. Și venind din partea mea este mare lucru, pentru că de obicei fug de filmele romantice. Dar filmul ăsta mi-a încălzit inima, spune multe despre dragoste, despre femei, frumusețe și este genul de film care te lasă cu un zîmbet pe buze. Merită văzut pentru jocul Barbarei Streissant și mai ales pentru discursul ei despre dragoste, care este unul dintre cele mai bune discursuri din filme pe tema asta. Îl transcriu mai jos, iar dacă vreți să îl vedeți, dați click aici.
”As l stood beside the altar beside my sister and her husband to be, it struck me that this ritual, a wedding ceremony, is the last scene of a fairy tale. They never say what happens after. That Cinderella drove the prince mad by obsessively cleaning the castle. They don’t say what happens after because there is no after. The be-all and end-all of romantic love was marriage. But it wasn’t always like that. The 17th century had ”courtly love”, which had nothing to do with sex. The relationship between a knight and a married lady of the court. And so they could never consummate their love. They rose above ”going to the toilet in front of each other” love, and went after something more divine. They took sex out of the equation, leaving them with a union of souls. Think of this. Sex was always the fatal love potion. Look at the literature of the time. All consummation could lead to was madness, despair or death. Experts, scholars and my Aunt Esther are united in one belief: True love has spiritual dimensions, while romantic love is a lie. A myth. A soulless manipulation. And speaking of manipulation: lt’s like going to the movies and seeing the lovers kiss. The music swells, and we buy it, right? So when my date kisses me, and l don’t hear strings, l dump him. The question is, why do we buy it? Because, myth or manipulation, we all want to fall in love. That experience makes us feel completely alive. Our everyday reality is shattered, and we are flung into the heavens. lt may only last a moment, an hour, but that doesn’t diminish its value. We’re left with memories we treasure for the rest of our lives. l read somewhere, ”When we fall in love, we hear Puccini in our heads.” l love that. His music expresses our need for passion and romantic love. We listen to La Bóheme or Turandot, or read Wuthering Heights, or watch Casablanca, and a little of that love lives in us too. So the final question is: Why do people want to fall in love – when it can have such a short run and be so painful? Propagation of the species? Are we culturally preconditioned? – Good, but too intellectual for me.
l think it’s because, as some of you may already know … While it does last, it feels fucking great.”