Also called "Le Jeu de l'ange", the plot setting begins with this piece of pure whiteness in a park of Montreal and also ends there:
The story is about Leo's relationship with two women Shell and Lisa. In real life, Leo is deeply in love with Shell. I captured a couple of fantastic scenes of them:
When they fell in love, their image in the moon was absolutely beautiful and I captured the moments when the night was approaching to them and they were gradually merged into the moon:
This sunset image is also almost perfect:
When they separated, Shell's sadness was artfully expressed through the car mirror:
Here comes Leo's "true love" in his childhood memory:
"Lisa the child had evaded me and was still perfect, suddenly making all other women less perfect. They were still beautiful, but somehow less crucial."
"Lisa the child, that perfection remained, preserving the past. Everything could be preserved forever, like my connection to Shell, and in that moment, I remembered."
"I remember flying over the snow and landing. And then I carefully stood up to look behind me at a perfect imprint, both human and angelic, in the perfect whiteness behind me, and that, that was the favourtie game."
A perfect novelist and a perfect director made this film perfect in their sense of being perfect.
True love is pure and perfect and it is a series of perfect moments in your memories, especially the childhood momery, almost angelic, the pure perfect whiteness.
