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Amélie

Amelie, An amazing female character from the french movie Amélie Poulain.(2001.)
I'm just amused by her characteristics in the movie, how amazingly mysterious she was, and how she took pleasure out of the littlest things in life. A magnificent movie; built on a beautiful plot, with a simple yet magical scenes exquisitely wrapped underneath it.It's gonna warm your heart, leave you with an amazing feeling of wanting to better the world. A must watch movie, definitely worth of 5 stars rating.

The movies starts with telling a story, a story of her father and her mother, how they seem so connected in their own specialties, what they like, what they dislike, meaning simple description of a person in a cute way.
Then Amelie comes with her sweet introduction.

" She's in the middle,yet she's outside"  

 Amélie likes "dipping her hand into sacks of grains, cracking crème brulèe with a teaspoon, and skipping stones at St. Martin's Cannel" (Jeunet,2001) It is also noted that she enjoys noticing little details no one else notices and looking back at the faces of people in the theater. Amélie hates "in old movies how drivers don't watch the road" (Jeunet, 2001).






She's different. She likes to create mystery.She catches every little things that even no one usually notices.
She feels good doing good.She gave happiness to  proximately, fifty years old guy, by returning his childhood treasure that he used to keep in her apartment centuries ago.She found it and right then she decided to give it back to its owner right away,and she made it possible.She gave it to the owner without meeting with him and in a mysterious way. I guess that's the sign of a good deed,you hide your credit.you watch how people react, how happy they get because of you.
 Bretodeau, The Box Man: Life's funny. To a kid, time always drags. Suddenly you're fifty. All that's left of your childhood... fits in a rusty little box.
 "Amelie has a strange feeling of absolute harmony. It's a perfect moment. A soft light, a scent in the air, the quiet murmur of the city. A surge of love, an urge to help mankind overcomes her."



 She fixes everything around her.She's gorgeous. She takes revenge too. She has everything going on underneath her smile.

[Amélie has found Nino's photo album and his "lost" posters] Any normal girl would call the number, meet him, return the album and see if her dream is viable. It's called a reality check. The last thing Amélie wants"

 She had a weak heart.But in the end, she dared to be with the guy she loves. and that's a loooong story.
 
 
Hipolito, The Writer: Without you, today's emotions would be the scurf of yesterday's.

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