It was a warm summer night and we decided to go to the movies. Open air cinema, in fact. It was summer, we were two, kind of together, kind of happy, things were more or less allright. It was not back then, not when the film was released, it was only this summer. This very summer, the summer hardly a month away. We watched Veronique and her double life, we said, oh, that was a strange film and that was all. We didn't give it a lot of thought afterwards. It was a strange film and that was all, but we were happy we had watched it because we always wanted to do so.
The Double Life of Veronique (1991) is a film where two girls look alike. One lives in Paris, the other in Warsaw and they feel each other's presence in a way. They never get acquainted, but they do see each other without actually realising it, not really. Two very different girls, but in a way the same one. Torn from a need to know, a need to feel, a godforsaken curiosity that makes life hard, but exciting.
Love is another strange concept in the film. Love is a funny game. Nobody really loves, they are just obsessed. Obsession is powerful. Obsession doesn't last, and that's the sad thing about it. Obsessions come and go and when you're the one obsessed with something you cannot have that's a good thing, when you're the object of obsession of a madman then it's a good thing he gets over you, when you're the object of obsession of your object of obsession and you know that this is gonna last a little bit, maybe a bit more, but will come to an end soon, then, oh, well, just get over it first. Cause, you know, it hurts a bit when you're dumped amidst obsessive feelings. You are even capable of committing crimes against humanity, you are.
I know all the above are more or less nonsensical, but we were kinda happy then. That summer night. In that other warm country. But there were shadows lingering behind us. We knew it. We knew them. Shadows we didn't want to shed light on. And so it was. A very fragile kind of happiness that I disliked at the time, but I now miss nevertheless. But then again, it was liberating to lose it, this unstable happiness no more.