The Science of Sleep

Last night I watched The Science of Sleep. It had been in my netflix queue for awhile, and when I was recently reminded how gorgeous Gael Garcia Bernal is, I decided to move it up (and the real truth about the ordering of my netflix queue comes out). I was reminded of how fantastic looking he is by Babel, which I saw pretty recently, and didn't particularly like. In fact, I thought that the only things worth watching in that movie were him, and the tangent about the deaf girl in Tokyo, which was pretty much unrelated to the rest of the movie, but absolutely beautiful. The Science of Sleep, however, I did really like. It was completely bizarre, but absolutely fantastic. There were so many moments when I found myself thinking what the hell is wrong with this guy?, about the main character, Stephane, and would then realize about 6 seconds later that my imagination (especially while dreaming) has come up with thing equally as weird. There are moments when I felt like he was crazy (and he is a little since he has some problem where he can't really seem to tell when he's dreaming & when he's not), but then quickly I'd remember that we're all a little crazy when we're willing to admit it to ourselves. The unchecked human mind seems to come up with some pretty outlandish things no matter who you are. So suspend your disbelief, and put aside your judgement and see The Science of Sleep, because even if he's crazy, it's still beautiful and creative.



And one side note on how life is so random sometimes...the female lead in The Science of Sleep is played by Charlotte Gainsbourg, which I didn't know until this seeing the credits of the movie. Before yesterday I had never heard of her, or at least not in anyway that I had taken notice, but yesterday I read an article in the new NYLON about Air (that is the french band, not the substance which we all breath). She is the daughter of composer Serge Gainsbourg, and Air wrote an albums worth of music for Charlotte to record, which was released a few months back in France. It was mentioned in the article because it has apparently made Air more recognizable in France. When I put in the DVD yesterday (after moving to the top of my netflix queue in the beginning of the week), I had no clue that the actress was the same person that I had been reading about earlier in the day. These kinds of things seem to happen to me a lot. Like when I had never heard of the 80s movie Repo Man, but then read two articles about it in the same week, just by stumbling across them. What cosmic force is it that draws mostly meaningless parts of my life together in ways that correspond? I ask because it seems to be happening more and more frequently lately and I really have no idea why.