by: Pao
Woody Allen has done it again. He has directed a movie that I have had to think about for one week before I could write a review. Of all the stories and characters Vicky hit me in the face and I am still red.
Being the only character that isn’t wrapped up in bullshit, in one crazy moment she lives a dream, she sees the window of what her life could be like if she gives up everything she has and releases herself to “passion”. But it takes her a whole movie to realize that what she has experienced as a life changing moment, as a crossroad, as a point of no return, is actually a meaningless episode for the man who lived it with her. And here she is, planning to turn her life around for someone that has never thought about her twice.
Milan Kundera created a similar character in “The Ignorance”, a woman who meets her other half for one night years ago and stays secretly in love with him throughout the years. Some twenty years later she runs into him and is sure destiny has planned this perfectly. She finally gets a chance to do what she has been thinking about for all those years, she gives herself to him blindly but alas. The morning after, she realizes that he doesn’t remember the night they have met and he doesn’t remember her.
So now I am left wondering – how is it possible that the same moment can be so powerful for one and so forgettable for the other? Are we destined to be Vickies, hit in the face again and again until we become blind? I wonder who Vicky will be in twenty years. If I see her I will ask her if she still wonders and if she still dreams.
