Gondry's The Science of Sleep flickered in front of me early this Saturday morning as I couldn't muster the energy to accomplish anything productive.
I find it a poor choice of a film to watch before you attempt going to work. The viewer, having been assured that love and relationships are fleeting, misunderstood, and temporary, will have to go to a wage labor job feeling completely detached from their surroundings, more unwilling than usual to pour coffee for rich old people.
In a small French city, a typical missed-love-connection situation (similar to 2046) plays out between a Mexican/French man, Stefan, and his neighbor, Stefanie.
Stefan falls for Stefanie pretty hard--but not at first. In fact, in a weird lucid dream he asks her for her friend's phone number and she gets totally pissed. Stefanie seems to get pretty turned off by Stefan's odd behavior, (he denies at first that he lives across the hall from her, and acts out "walking over" to her apartment from a fictional location across town), and even as tides turn and Stefan becomes completely infatuated with Stefanie, it will always be too late for them to be together--even though they are neighbors in a small apartment building.
The film ends on the same note of lack that it began on: no situations resolved, no flat-ironed endings.
Good morning.
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