La Science de Reve

The Science of Sleep is wonderful. It is one of those fantastical whimsical alternate reality type things that I love. There were so many surprising and charming visual treats in it, a world made of cardboard and felt. Alongside it though, is a sad and unresolved story of a young man who is really fucked up. When looking for an image to post, I found someone else's blog who called The Science of Sleep the anti-Amelie and I totally get what they mean. Love is not found via fantasy and retreatism; the main character remains just as lonely, and even more tormented. At the same time, there was something extremely gentle, loving throughout. In a very weird way it reminded me of Harold and Maud, although it's nothing like it.