Mademoiselle Noir

My soul was spoken to in a tender whisper. And I was healed, hurt, and comforted in a repeating circle.

This drama, beautiful and profound as it is, steeped in mountains and almost endless time, speaking in poetry and sneaking in hidden meanings in the tiniest of details, unfortunately, won't be to everyone's taste. The plot is more abstract than linear, but I think to achieve this kind of experience, you couldn't have it any other way.

It's like taking a walk deep into the woods, stopping to sit on a fallen mossy log in a quiet place, and soaking in the sunlight that slips through the trees. Maybe you sprained your ankle along the way, but you'll make your way back, somehow; maybe you'll find a makeshift walking stick, or someone familiar will appear from the brush and lend you their support. Maybe the pain is a reminder of the journey, making it worthwhile. Maybe it's a sign you should not have ventured out alone, what you lack without company.

The focus is more on the emotional state of its characters, their ebbs and flows, affected and regulated by each other and life's events as they come.

The love the lead actors and those behind the scenes have for this project is so beautifully evident. I hope this work of art is rightfully cherished by many.

As for me, I'm sure when I seek a calming space, I'll revisit this time and again.