I was with a friend from new Orleans when I watched the movie and when we got in the car, she sat down, paused for a long moment, then started crying. I turned to her and asked her what was wrong. She said it was the film . We looked at each for a while then tears jumped into my eyes as well and we both started crying. To this day, I find no other way to describe this movie... When Helen and I think about it today, we laugh and move on with our lives... Because after all, it's only a movie.. Or at least we make it seem like it, because once you've seen this film, you won't forget it. You may not like it but you won't forget. You won't forget the cabalist whose mysticism is so empowering that it leaves you breathless. You won't forger that little girl, Mika, and her lullaby in Moroccan dialect (I presume) that gave me goose bumps. you won't forget the American played by David Carradine in his surrealistic cell as eh describes Kandisha. You won't forget the rose petal as it lands on a portrait at then end and we realize.... Oops. I almost spoiled it. I got carried away and you know what, that's what the movies does. It carries you. It carries you places. carried in your own heart. It does hurt to discover those paces... But I think it's worth the trip. I enjoyed the movie. So did my friend. But I don't think I want to see it again. Not because it's not good enough. But simply because you' just don't fall in love twice with the same person.
