They find
liberty unadorned in sideshows. They ridicule classical clockwork with
emotional realism. Even Othello is realism, his paradise lost. They enact their
dreams the way dreams are: wordless motion. The mime plays the role he knows by
heart. But when the show’s over, someone must pay the bills. The big end of
town indulges in small talk. Owners own, criminals scheme. Paris in August is a
stage. Still, the illusions are not self-contained. Curtains open on true love.
Longing is fulfilled and roles are reversed. The scene is set wherein the
millionaire is murdered, unadorned, in the Turkish Bath.
7 of 10: 'Les Enfants du Paradis', by Marcel Carné (1945)
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