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Our Instagram Page Link: Concept by Ashish Noel: Film Title: “The Double Life of Veronique.“ (1991) Film Introspection: Have you ever felt strangely as if you were somewhere else? Here is a film about a feeling. It is one that can hardly be described in words, although it can be evoked in art. It is the feeling that we are not alone, because there is more than one of us. We are connected at a level far, far beneath thought. We have no understanding of this. It is simply a feeling that we have. Krzysztof Kieslowski's “The Double Life of Veronique“ (1991) does us the favor of not supplying any explanation for itself, and is not even very clear about what actually happens. It evokes. The film opens in Poland with a luminous and happy young woman who goes to Krakow to visit her aunt. While there, her pure, flawless voice wins the attention of a choir director, whose husband is a famous conductor, and Veronica is chosen to sing at a concert. Before that takes place, she is in a square and sees -- herself -- boarding a bus. She stands transfixed. The other woman, taking snapshots, doesn't see her. The Polish Veronica seems to exist on a plane above the mundane; a flasher exposes himself to her, and she hardly seems to notice, or care. In Paris, we meet Veronique, a schoolteacher. Attending a marionette performance with her students, she sees the puppeteer in a mirror at the side, and he sees her. “Papa, I am in love,“ she tells her father. A little later, her father asks her if she is sad. She is, but doesn't know why. We think we know: A shiver in the web of time and space has vibrated from Poland. She and the puppeteer Alexandre (Philippe Volter) are somehow connected; he pursues her with mysterious gifts and tape recordings. She finds him, flees him, is pursued, and love is admitted. Later, she tells him that all her life she has felt she is in two places at once. This whole film is a hug, the kind you share with a very good friend when you are in sympathy about something that is very important.
