Czech Lands

After walking around Sokolov, a small town in the CR for what felt like days, my two friends and I finally found the little film festival. I didn't know what to expect. That is probably the first sign that something wonderful was coming my way. So it came: Three French students presented their master's thesis to the tiny crowd in the large theatre. Musical accompaniment to a series of silent shorts. Renoir shorts. When the white aborigines did the Charleston in slow motion my jaw started to hurt from smiling too much. It made me the kind of happy where I knew that I was happy at the moment and I knew I would be happy thinking back on it, as I am right now.

L’heureuse Mort

Right after L'Huereuse Mort ended at this year's San Francisco Silent Film Festival, my brother turned to me and asked what I thought of the film. I paused for a moment, trying to collect my thoughts and said "that was a euphoric film experience."

I still think that phrase perfectly describes this film.

PLOT: a desert island, a faked death, a mistaken identity, and of course a happy ending