Monday Morning (two kinds)
On Saturday, we took advantage of one of our complimentary Phoenix tickets (we took the grand step of becoming âFriendsâ of the Phoenix), and went to see Monday Morning (Lundi Matin). There is very little dialogue, few closeups of the main charactors, and almost no explanation for the, often bizarre, things that happen. That makes it almost like sitting on a bench in the village and watching the world go by. If I was going for a spot in Pseuds corner, I would say that itâs a parable on the balance work and life. Vincent, the focus of the film, works as a welder in a hellish factory, and itâs clear that he regards work with the weary, stone in the pit of the stomach feeling that we all feel now and again, and also as a huge waste of his life (coincidentally, almost exactly the same feeling that I had this morning). So, one day, he doesnât go in through the gates, and without telling his family, goes on an adventure to Venice and Egypt.
