I'm so jealous of people that can use this amount of imagination.
I guess it must be because I have lost the ability to do so some time ago.
I can see myself in almost all the situations in this film.
It's like that beautiful thing someone said once "If you take all these people and you add them together you get one person. Because we are everyone, and if you ask me tomorrow the same questions, you will get different answers".
But in this film, all these people have something in common: They stopped enjoying life, and everything that's in it.
And that is when imagination refuses to follow.
So my only hope now is.. to learn how to be a kid again.
Spending my lune de miel in a wheelhouse or having sex in an antique-like helmet, I would be quite entertaining to the audience, I guess, enough a satisfaction, even if I ceased to be entertained by my own deeds ;)
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