The real Amelie. I don’t know why they give Thérèse such a low rating but I really enjoyed it. The same old story of a upperclass lady with an independent spirit trying to fight through the cage of a conservative French countryside. Calm and slow, no apparent outrageous passion, every latent, hidden under a serene surface. That calmness is the real cage, the real source of suffocation, the real source of death. One might ask, why can’t she just escape from it all? Just walk out of that door, and never turn back. I think of that often. Perhaps that inability to walk out of one’s cage is the real chain that inhabits us from attaining our freedom.