Vivre Sa Vie, Chapter 11

          I just so happened upon this theatrical gem this summer. New movies have there perks, no question in that, however, I love to submerse myself in the classics. This one in particular, which I only caught on chapter 6 the first time around–there are twelve in total–instantly stopped me from continuing on with yard work. The cinematography, music score, settings, casting, and most importantly the story line had me in awe. Set in 1962, this beautiful and heart aching film follows the life of a young Parisian woman on a slow downward spiral into prostitution.
          In many respects, especially in the arts, France paves the way for us Americans–a duh factor on commen sense...insert now. A film of such nature as this would not have been permitted in America in the 1960's. It would have been looked down upon and rejected. To view a film like this, to me, is a look back on history. Movies are museaums filled with art all categorized into different generas, themes, actors, and time periods. All having a significant impact on society. I love "my" museums.
          The clip I have chosen of this film to share is chapter 11. In this last week my humanities class was assigned to read upon the German philosopher Immanuel Kant, along with other great philosophic thinkers that have shaped humanities current view(s)–history makers. I deemed it necessary to share such a poignant scene, in which Nana questions a random philosophical man at a cafe. He references Plato, Kierkengard and Kant, in order to help her shed light on the inner paradoxes she encounters/faces/thinks. I do not want to ruin the end, and therefore I ask you all to watch this film.
          I will leave you with this analogical teaser: When Alice looked into the rabbit hole, was she not curious and inevitably ventured into it not knowing the outcome?