A recent review of the Sundance film, Paper Heart starring experimental comedienne, Charlyne Yi (Knocked Up) and her boyfriend, Michael Cera (Juno, Arrested Development) brings up an interesting supposition on the nature of love. The film itself, a mere starting point on the topic, is a constructed in a mockumentary style that weaves in real interview footage with scripted or improvised scenes.
The review articulates on the "structure" of love represented by the ending of the film, that is, one must truly sacrifice something very meaningful, important and precious to oneself as the ultimate demonstration of one's true love. The actual sacrifice or gesture may vary but essentially must be defined by giving up something meaningful in order to be happy, happy in love with your partner. This act is the basis that precipitates or lays the groundwork for love. Without this penultimate experience, love is not love, apparently or at least not the accepted notion explored here. Often what you must give up ends up having to do with your falling in love in the first place. You must give up something that led or aided that love.
Love works best when it is relatively equal parts coming and equal parts going. Disparity, flux or great movement puts pressure, stress, and strain. If one party falls, the other must catch. If both fall or there is no one to catch the other, the love is strained, forgotten.
Alone with no one home for awhile, no one, no partner to lean on, and a lack of those that truly understand your unique nature in such time of stress, tragedy, and pain is rather difficult. Everyone is gone. All alone. It is in start contrast to the zoo and tiring, dizzy array of family and so on comes after being surrounded by such tragedy. The result for trying to help others and not being able to is being alone, alone to help yourself. Relying on oneself and being self-sufficient can be empty, hollow and painful.
The day-to-day and practical chores and simple struggles are easy enough, but there is no immediate meaning or reward, that something to go home to or rather go home for, is obviously not there. You are surrounded by emptiness. Reflecting on horrible circumstances of recent events and their ever-present feelings while the good ones feel fleeting. Time, so much time to reflect on the past, unable to feel the good of the future. When will I feel good again? Everything that could go wrong, has. Broke down, pained, numb, dying, beyond weak. Can't take it anymore. Where is the love? Floating, fleetingness, constant ambiguity, uncertainty and just nothing really out there. But let's not be too over dramatic. Move on. Get better hopefully. Fade to black. Gone.
Source | Slashfilm / Trailer