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After 20 years of constant chatter, there’s silence. Mirey, your body will age, your breasts will sag, more wrinkles will appear—and it’s all because of me—but love will remain, you see, Mirey, without any expectations, without that terrible whisper in my head. You’ll say to me, ‘Come with me,’—and I’ll go. You’ll smile, I’ll smile, and I...” Love, love, love... Does a person really choose who to fall in love with? No, this feeling is beyond reason; it’s consumed by a sickness of the heart. A heart defect—love.
But then time will pass, and it will seem as if the love has faded: “I know your scent and I like it, but I’ve convinced myself that you stink.” What should one do when love fades? Keep on living, even if you’ve been forsaken. It’s childishly foolish and naive, but still, it’s sensible. The heart consumes the mind, and then there is no other way out but to die. To leave—no, to flee—at the speed of an instant, from the problems of the heart; love is an incurable disease.
Poor Alex—nothing remains of his love but a scrap of fabric. But then Mireille came into his life, becoming a flashlight in Alex’s dark heart, damp with tears he’d kept bottled up.
“We grow through breakups and reunions. I’m lonely, and soon you won’t be able to leave me. Together we’ll change our habits, leave the capital, and maybe even the country. Because of your love for me, you’ll forget the pain you wanted to inflict on yourself.” But these are all just Alex’s dreams. Mireille is consumed. Her mind is completely shut down, like an old TV set—broken, filled with smoke from burnt-out circuits. And they have nothing left but death to be together.
Carcass created a masterpiece. No, not his best film. But the monologues have etched themselves into my memory like salt in boots after a cold winter.