I sometimes forget the preternatural power of words, furthermore, yet slightly less fleeting, is the knowledge of that same force in music. The beauty, the grace, the sleight of hand, the movements, motions, thought and heart it takes to create something truly beautiful; something that would render even the most calloused of hearts to tears and emotional anguish.
I found myself reminded of these things by one of the most beautiful films I have seen in the last 6 months. “Perfume: The story of a murderer,” based on a novel by the same title, is morbidly gorgeous in every facet of its being. The plot, the imagery, the score, it is easily, the most beautifully haunting film; on par with “Edward Scissorhands,” though, dare I say, thankfully lacking the 1970s kitsch.
From costume to set design, acting to dialogue, I find this film truly flawless. You are free to disagree if you wish; however, it is an impossibility to convert me at this point. I never thought I would even think this, but even the film’s website exists beautifully. (http://www.perfumemovie.com)
I have not yet read the novel, as I still have a plethora of books I have been trying to get through; however I am anxiously awaiting it in the mail. From what I have read of it, the writing is impressive, the phrasing poetic and the characters, simply human at worst and heartbreaking at best.
A comfortably eerie feeling overwhelms me as I listen to the soundtrack, looking around expecting something to be behind me. I feel moved, maybe a little too far from comfort. There is not much music with such intrinsic power in silence as well as sounds.
If you have not seen this film I recommend you watch it; for there is something magical, beautifully morbid, terrifyingly gorgeous, unsettling along with an unspeakable quality to this film; it should not be passed up.
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