The Head of Normande St. Onge
Reseñas (2)
The slow birth of civil surrealism or a woman's body as a landscape, in which streams of antidepressants flow as contrasting as the wild landscape of Canada shared by an Indian and a nun at the same time. A subtle counterpoint absorbed throughout the film between prevailing realism and hints of magical realism, which suggests, hints, prepares, and possibly symbolizes through various misplaced objects (rats, parts of figurines, a magician) - the dissected body of a modern human being is composed in the process of perfectionization into an artificial doppelgänger, in the process of indirect proportionality, the inverse product of which is the implosion of the mind and the life of a real person: it is possible to partly agree with the character of the sculptor claiming that the only beauty is in stiffness, immobility (hence death), but at the same time not forgetting that the film itself equals movement and here the movement was captured very aptly: slow movement from healthy to insane, from real to surreal.
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It's as if the girl doesn't know what she's supposed to do, as if she's lost in life, so she's searching for a way to fulfill herself, to find herself, maybe even by finding a decent guy and indulging in pleasures. I was hoping the film would be bolder, but it was still very enjoyable to watch the main character.
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