But... couldn't anyone understand?
Well, everybody, I really apreciate all this noise about speed, the implausible bike, the distance and the matter on "was it a pro, it was not, he isn't good enough, the vehicle is not that fast", etc, etc
What is it all about? Seems very clear with just a few time thinking over it that we're talking about angry, anxiety, emptyness, the woken up and the sleepers, the destiny and the north on the compass, the final arrive and the desire of getting there as sooner as possible. Things almost never certain to many of that wandering in the streets.
Come on, please, don't you think filmmaker would give a damn on this discussion, the point running through this short is so, but so, so beyond all this questions!
It's a movie pulling us to face the needs of "getting there", specially when "you know where's there", and "why to go" and "how vital and tortuous and anguishing is to arrive..."
Guess it's a movie about time, surely, concerning to love, we could agree, showing life that's passing by us and may to finish at any corner, seems obvious...
But it's also and mainly an idea steered as an screaming scene of old feelings taking place in an old city, frequently recognized as an old stage of struggles and contests, populated in each crossroad with lost souls of History and stories.
See it. That place doesn't exists anymore, that angry isn't so touchable as it it was then, but we're all still running, aren't we??? Who knows where... Burning now not to fade away, as used to be preached in an antiquated song.
A rendez-vous in the morning of ancient Paris... To us, a rendez-vous with what?? How many of us wouldn't just run like that, if we only knew how. Time to wake up...