The wonderful performance by Lola Naymark, whose face subtly displays in turn fleeting sadness and transient happiness, is not the only good thing about this film. Pierre Cottereau's neo-realiste photography caresses Claire's skin with a motherly intimacy and gentleness, and reveals the mesmerizing impression that a well-crafted, translucent sequin-embriodery leaves on our finer sensibility, like gazing into the starry sky above us. The hypnosis is completed by the excellent musical score from Michael Galasso that is faintly baroque in its wispers on violin, which underscores our Kantian wonders at “the starry sky above and the moral law within.”In fact, why should its man-made nature prevent the intricate and mysterious pattern of a man-made fabric from creating the same sensation in us as the starry sky? A sensualist sees no less of God's wonders than a puritan.
This is one of those delicate and gentle films that are quietly enjoyable, but often dismissed as "inconsequential". But how many of our best moments in this life are "consequential"? Is our first kiss? Is the first step that our child takes? If you treasure those moments, and value them above, say, the day your country went to victorious war with a neighbor, then you will enjoy this beautiful little gem of a film.
