Diary Entry forLetter from an Unknown Woman
I originally watched this when I was doing my GCSEs in English, and I really loved it then. At that time I wasn’t really into film like I am now so this was completely new to me, and it made me realise just how many great pictures there are to watch, and I’m still exploring to this day. It holds a special place in my heart, and I love the way this story is told. The acting is great and characters are likeable, even though we see the biggest fumble of all time in this. Still, the scene of them dancing when the musicians leave will always be one of my favourites.
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Letter from an Unknown Woman
through the nakedly confessional words she writes to stefan, lisa invites us into her emotions. emotions which are very much alive to us as they pour from her letter. we share her daydreams, and see the world with the same sense of romantic abandon she does. but she wasn't truly in love, she was enamored with the concept of love itself, an idealization. this unmasks the toxic core of romanticism, the fairy-tale narrative fed to most girls from birth. lisa wastes her life chasing an illusion. the man she desperately loves is impossible to hold because he exists only in her mind. romanticism, by nature, ignores human flaws and relationship strains - but she's in love with this dream, following it to her eventual downfall. in one scene, lisa, wanting to profess her feelings before moving away, waits hopefully and watches disappointedly from a landing above as stefan, her love interest, comes home with another woman. years later, lisa becomes the woman coming home with stefan. the camera's positioning and movements mirror the earlier scene almost identically, emphasizing his routine behavior and undercutting the evening's supposed romance. instead of watching with lisa, we now watch her from above, she's just another woman to him. despite her quiet devotion and his attention that evening, she remains one of many anonymous women for whom he's opened doors, walked upstairs, held out a hand, led into his apartment and soon forgotten. ophuls took what could have been a simple soap opera and transformed it into a tragedy about time, memory, obsession, mortality and love.
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