The Dreamers

Not a perfect film, for sure. It doesn’t quite know what to make of Theo and Isa’s incestuous relationship. Nor is it particularly lucid on the student uprising of 1968. But you kind of stop caring. Look at the title, dammit. This doesn’t have to make sense. We are entering a dream. Characters lose their solidity. Things get childish and playful. Things get sexy and confused. The films and music you’ve internalized start invading your experience of reality. Everything blurs.

What you get from this smear of sensations and images is a feel for what the 1960s were like. You start to understand why those times were considered special by the generation that lived through them, and why they are so fondly remembered now. But there is a melancholy that comes with this perspective. Matthew starts telling Isa and Theo to grow up – that dreams aren’t everything. When their debauchery is uncovered, Isa is horrified enough to try and kill them all. Reality intrudes, and Isa doesn’t want to go there. She’ll make a perfect monument to idealistic youth instead. But the streets of Paris offer a better option – force your dreams onto an unwilling reality. Turn the world into that messy apartment. Isa and Theo get swept up in the revolutionary fervor, and Matthew has to leave them. He has already learned that reality will not treat dreamers kindly. You have to keep your dreams to yourself, and try and be as faithful to them as you can as you go live your life.


  1. I watched this movie yesterday and I agree with you in some points.

    P.S: it is really difficult to read your posts because of bright background color...

  2. This shall be looked into. On my Macbook it's a pretty deep blue, but I guess things change on different browsers.

    Bear with me. My access to the internet is less than ideal at the mo. But when the situation improves, I'll play around with blogger some more...

    And thanks for reading!