Sometimes I like to believe that some fantasies are transferred to reality. In particular, the more enjoyable. I doubt that we like to stalk us murderers aliens or giant angry terrorize our neighborhood. But in the background, I always have liked to find certain characters. Play this little music in the background. That elegance in the decor and clothing. This occurrence in the dialogue.
careful what you wish for, claims a saying, because what you can charge. And there are just
, two of them. I rub my eyes again and again. But they remain in the bar. Finally passed. Finally a nice fantasy permeates reality.
is the man and woman of Pushing Daisies . Wonderful series, if any. Fantasy adventure that unites Amelie with Tim Burton, the fairy tales with the forensic series, the black police genre with genre.
It is not, as in the series, that wonderful storyteller with his peculiar choice of words, telling intimacies of the characters, sometimes in verse, sometimes not. There is this little music to Amelie background. But are these two. Ned and Charlotte.
Ned, is a baker boy discovered that possess a rare gift. If you touch someone died, it revives. If you touch it again, returns to being dead. And this time is forever.
A seedy detective discovers his unique ability and decides to use it to solve cases. Simple matter. Touch the deceased, asking them who killed them and return them to death. If they do, someone else will die instead. In this race
Ned gives the corpse of Charlotte. His love of children. With a slight touch on his cheek revives and then revive him all that she had felt for some time. He refuses to touch it again. Charlotte, therefore, remains alive.
And fall in love, hopelessly, like when they were children. Two lovers who can not touch. No kiss. Or a touch or hug. For the slightest touch would return to death. And there are
. In the little bar. They spent two hours while waiting to have sex and not touched even once. Or a touch or kiss. Dan
four. They get up and go. Neither are held together. Sometimes the imagination is needed to escape the world. Sometimes, to change it. And, many times to excuse it.
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