lovers on the bridge (1991)

Rewatched Leo Carax's 1991 film Les Amant du Pont-Neuf recently. Here is one of the most indulgent cult-cinema contrarians of France making his grand statement about dispossession and I spent half of the movie's length imagining what it would be like to hang out with Juliette Binoche's character, the half-blind painter girl Michele who is just maybe a bit too well acquianted with the pains of being pure at heart. Carax takes these two precarious souls, Michele and the vagrant performance artist Alex (Denis Lavant) and plunge them into the fragmentary existence of living out on the streets. There is purpose and poetic pleasure to how the director frames the pair's increasingly debilitating relationship, as if to create an obsessive bird's-eye perspective of presumably doomed romance and shatteringly sad little moons.