dunja

I’ve just seen the film It’s All About Love. Two people saving their lives from some other people. She is the world-famous ice skating star. They are about to divorce. She gets into some trouble since the mafia living from her fame wants to replace her with another girl and get rid of her.
So they get together again,trying now to run away.

LET us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky…

They visit a one-night cheap hotel. But not to find an overwhelming question. For there will be no time anymore.
People have started flying in Uganda. It’s snowing and it is July. A man on the radio is reminding everybody to empty the water from their glasses as the yearly phenomenon of all water turning into ice is about to happen again (so buy some antifreeze).

In the room the women come and go Talking of
Michelangelo.

The snow that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
Came in this soft July night,
To say good night but not to fall asleep.

For there will be no more time
For the white snow that slides along the street,
There’ll be no time, there’ll be no time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be no time to murder and create.
And look! There has never been the time
for all the works and days of hands
To lift and drop a question on your plate.

There is no time to wonder, “Do I dare?” for, I
dare.

We have disturbed the universe.
There is no more time
For a minute to reverse
decisions and revisions.

I won’t have to presume.
I’ll just say, I have gone at dusk through narrow
streets
And watched the snow in this July night
And was happy to be by your side.
Like a feather
Scuttling across the clouds in your eyes.

And the afternoon, the evening doesn’t sleep
peacefully.
And it’s not scary.
The tea and cakes and ices were enough
to force the moment to its crisis.

The moment of my greatness might soon flicker,
And the eternal Footman might hold my coat, and
snicker
And I’ll be afraid.
But not from him.

The cups, the marmalade, the tea,
this talk of you and me,
have squeezed the universe into a ball
It was worth it, after all…

And Lazarus came but was silent.

We have lingered in the chambers white and deep
By Snow-white and the seven dwarfs
Till our voices fade
And we fall asleep.

And how on earth can this film be so ubelievably misunderstood???!!!!! All the reviews do such an unjust to it, which is a shame for the world of art criticism…