De notre mieux
Célia Gravinay envisage de faire
Synopsis
Un réalisateur, qui cherche en vain à percer depuis 20 ans, touche le fond… jusqu'au jour où il rencontre une productrice débordée qui l'aide à retrouver l'estime de soi.
Avis et Commentaires
4 avis
Super, grave profond et réfléchis
« you r a human, but you’re not humane, that’s worse than moronic ? » « every person’s just a glob of feeling », but what happened to our emotions when we feel too much, when we are overwhelmed by the emotions of everyone else, what happens to ourselves ? Something about trying to find your way out but not fitting in around others Everyone is treating him poorly and expecting he would act different, no consideration, a misfit Yelling out your name upon a mountain because it is the only thing that makes you feel alive Not appreciating the presence of anyone, feeling bored or anxious around them Reading a poem written by your brother after his attempt of suicide And me, the emotion that describes me ? « Panick », I am scared that if I become silent, the truth will come out , someone will lean in and whisper at my ear « you are utterly worthless » What is life ? A story. And if you stop telling it you’re dead. So I won’t ever shut the fuck up. « I can’t explain it » « Ur the first person I encounter who love that word » « For over explainers who have to put everything into words hearing that stg can’t be explained is probably scary. But I find myself waking up when I hear someone admit they can’t explain it. Of course, u can’t explain it. How do u translate abstract thoughts into concrete words ? » « So that’s what it was ! The gap between abstract thoughtss and concrete words. » « those two will never meet, even if they circle the Earth 20 times » « Even so, can I want to explain why I wanted to make a movie about the weather ? … it’s just a feel, when I watch the snow fall heavily or anything similar, I feel myself thinning out. I’m the kind of person who is entirely absorbed in myself. I want to cover the whole world with me. I want everyone to know my story. So I keep talking and talking. So when it snows, or when rain comes down in sheets, I think out. But it’s not a bad thing. » Them one night : We are just humans of 99 years old reminiscing, reliving all the moments we’ve had before dying. « When was the hardest time of ur life ? My heart suddenly started pounding. I couldn’t answer for a long time. I burst in tears and I just got off. That day, I sobbed all the way home. The most terrifying part is that even at that early age, I was conscious. Being conscious meant I was experiencing the vivid fear but I didn’t know how to end it. What I wanted the most was to grow up quickly. Most stories are yelling I exist. I exist in pain. I exist in misery. I exist in joy. But best case scenario, we get a hundred years. And after that century, we’re all gone. And to quiet the voices in us that ask questions like « does something that’s bound to disappear ever really exist? » people write stories like crazy. If u have to write stories as long as ur still breathing they should be funny at least. I couldn’t be that person, but u should.
Super, grave profond et réfléchis
« you r a human, but you’re not humane, that’s worse than moronic ? » « every person’s just a glob of feeling », but what happened to our emotions when we feel too much, when we are overwhelmed by the emotions of everyone else, what happens to ourselves ? Something about trying to find your way out but not fitting in around others Everyone is treating him poorly and expecting he would act different, no consideration, a misfit Yelling out your name upon a mountain because it is the only thing that makes you feel alive Not appreciating the presence of anyone, feeling bored or anxious around them Reading a poem written by your brother after his attempt of suicide And me, the emotion that describes me ? « Panick », I am scared that if I become silent, the truth will come out , someone will lean in and whisper at my ear « you are utterly worthless » What is life ? A story. And if you stop telling it you’re dead. So I won’t ever shut the fuck up. « I can’t explain it » « Ur the first person I encounter who love that word » « For over explainers who have to put everything into words hearing that stg can’t be explained is probably scary. But I find myself waking up when I hear someone admit they can’t explain it. Of course, u can’t explain it. How do u translate abstract thoughts into concrete words ? » « So that’s what it was ! The gap between abstract thoughtss and concrete words. » « those two will never meet, even if they circle the Earth 20 times » « Even so, can I want to explain why I wanted to make a movie about the weather ? … it’s just a feel, when I watch the snow fall heavily or anything similar, I feel myself thinning out. I’m the kind of person who is entirely absorbed in myself. I want to cover the whole world with me. I want everyone to know my story. So I keep talking and talking. So when it snows, or when rain comes down in sheets, I think out. But it’s not a bad thing. » Them one night : We are just humans of 99 years old reminiscing, reliving all the moments we’ve had before dying. « When was the hardest time of ur life ? My heart suddenly started pounding. I couldn’t answer for a long time. I burst in tears and I just got off. That day, I sobbed all the way home. The most terrifying part is that even at that early age, I was conscious. Being conscious meant I was experiencing the vivid fear but I didn’t know how to end it. What I wanted the most was to grow up quickly. Most stories are yelling I exist. I exist in pain. I exist in misery. I exist in joy. But best case scenario, we get a hundred years. And after that century, we’re all gone. And to quiet the voices in us that ask questions like « does something that’s bound to disappear ever really exist? » people write stories like crazy. If u have to write stories as long as ur still breathing they should be funny at least. I couldn’t be that person, but u should.
