12 Dic “The Colour of Spring” by Paul Andrew Kimball
The refined black and white that shades “The Colour of Spring” hides the multi-faceted inner turmoil of a couple, whose fate seems to clash with the natural individuality of the people. In fact, Sam and Sarah’s lives seem to slowly slide towards their own research, which questions the deepest foundations of their love. Paul Andrew Kimball’s new film is a delicate analysis of everyday life, of the certainties we build to design the present and the future, which affects everyone very deeply. The tenderness, the trust, the love that seem to be the solid foundations of life become torments, when life begins to offer an unimaginable freedom and the former certainties are revealed, more evidently, as a fear of change. The agile and dynamic narrative, however, does not spare itself from delving deeply into the complex psyche of the characters, with particular sensitivity at the point where souls touch and create a common destiny. It’s like telling many stories in a single story: looking for the points that mark the boundary between ourselves and the people we love becomes a fascinating and exhausting search, which raises many questions rather than giving answers. This is why this film is not simply the beautiful portrait of a couple in crisis, but it is a mirror for the viewer, in which he is reflected and easily finds familiar emotions.
Sometimes it seems like you never get off the stage of that theater where Sarah performs. That thin boundary between the places of our soul becomes even more evident. In some we are alone, in others we would not exist without someone. Kimball’s direction supports the vivid and passionate script, with sinuous camera movements, in constant search of feeling and faces. Looking at this exciting work, Philip Roth’s famous words come to mind: “People think that in falling in love they make themselves whole? The Platonic union of souls? I think otherwise. I think you’re whole before you begin. And the love fractures you. You’re whole, and then you’re cracked open “. Kimball, in the duration of a film, manages to hold the pieces together, a moment before the end. In this tension, there is all the poetry of the film.