::ZOÉ'S PHONE NUMBER::
I just got back from seeing Gondry's The Science of Sleep
(well, not just
: we stopped by the Kettle Art opening to look at the photography of Summer Austin, whose $585 photos weren't aligned with our taste or our ha-ha-this-is-from-someone-with-our-names budget).
A frappé of cosmology, craft, neurology, whimsy, psychology, disaster, and serendipity, the film was a not-so-sheer delight; the waking/dreaming/sleeping trichotomy mirrors the trilinguality of the dialogue. Gael García Bernal's Stéphane is probably the onscreen character in all the films in the world I'd most like to jump into the screen and hug. And of course, cellophane!
I saw thematic nods to Björk's "Bachelorette" video, when Stéphane's dream-friends propose that he publish a book from a letter he writes in one of his dreams, and then he conquers the world with a multimedia congolomerate... but he doesn't conquer his love interest's heart.
And then there was the IKEA box incorporated into his dreamtime-TV studio camera rigging. Awesome.
And giant hands!