Dark Night of the Soul
Paul is tormented trying to process his wife’s infidelity and recent suicide. Without understanding there can be no acceptance and no recovery. Things left unsaid stay with us forever, leaving us to contemplate their meaning in the inevitable silence that follows.
Paul meets Jeanne and they form an understanding of sorts to comprehend the events going on in their lives. The empty apartment acts as a metaphor as well as a crucible for them to work out their demons. Paul eventually learns to purge his past hoping to start afresh with Jeanne.
Jeanne however has made other plans and is unreceptive. She eventually shoots Paul ending their liaison. Paul glances one last time at the city of Paris before passing on. Some tragedies are inexplicable and seem wholly avoidable and therein lies their appeal. This was one such tragedy.
“She paints her face to hide her face. Her eyes are deep water. It is not for Geisha to want. It is not for geisha to feel. Geisha is an artist of the floating world. She dances, she sings. She entertains you, whatever you want. The rest is shadows, the rest is secret.”
“I think you are another of these desert-loving English: Doughty, Stanhope, Gordon of Khartoum.
No Arab loves the desert. We love water and green trees, there is nothing in the desert. No man needs nothing.”
— Prince Faisal
“There will be no rescue, no intervention for us. We can only save ourselves. Many of you know influential people abroad, you must call these people. You must tell them what will happen to us... say goodbye. But when you say goodbye, say it as if you are reaching through the phone and holding their hand. Let them know that if they let go of that hand, you will die. We must shame them into sending help.”
— Paul Rusesabagina