Bra1n-w@shed

The time is showing almost 3 in
the morning now. Quiet. Warm. There am only me in my bedroom, or at least of
what I can see. Just finished watching a DVD a friend borrowed it to me. It’s
called “Perfume”, a perfectly well shown in visual and audio, dramatic scenery,
beautiful cinematography and an adequate amount of dialogues. Well played by
Ben Whishaw as Jean-Baptiste-Grenouille, a murderer with high state of art
taste, a collector by mad obsession: to create a divine perfume in the world.

It’s based on a Novel by Patrick
Süskind, set in France,
the 18^th Century. A story of a man with unique talent, who could
smell everything in the world, even dead rocks, a copper, glass, even human in far
distance. I love how the story flows backwards, from the opening of he was
captured but the end was he got away and “released” himself. He knows nothing
about perfume; learn everything until he realizes the most precious scents
coming from a human body.

From a perfumer master, he learn that
there are 12 types of basic perfume but there are another divine perfume that
legend tells it could bring someone in paradise, the 13^th formula.
Then, Grenouille start to collect scents from young women, in his own way he
collects them in small bottles. Until he succeed collecting all 12 and combine
the last one, the most precious girl he after and make the most celestial
perfume from combining them all together. He makes an entire town down to his
feet, even though they know he’s guilty for murdering those girls.

But Grenouille learn that even
with that perfume he could do whatever he wants in the whole world, from make
the King of France kisses his feet or makes the Pope believed he’s the true
messiah by just writing a letter with a scent of his perfume, but he cannot get
the true thing he ever wanted: love. Yes, a simple emotion he never experienced,
loving and be loved in return. Until he decided he ends his life with that
bottle of perfume.

I love how the story was told, a
dark yet beautiful character he was. As if the reality was drowned by a tragic
truth, a single small bottle contain of beauty collected by an intelligent
young man named Jean-Baptiste-Grenouille. The most interesting part from this
story, that Grenouille cannot smell his own scent, as if he doesn’t have any
scent at all. Because every human have their own scent, a unique identity
mother nature given to us so people would notice other people, and that’s why
people always found their match and partners.

Sometimes it’s sad but true, we
always looking something we lost in ourselves by collecting in others. Some
people found them, but some others never felt enough and lost to their greed.
First they want the love, then time, then money, then energy and the rest of
the soul left in that person until it die slowly by the hands of their lovers. People
used to do that to me, either way I didn’t realize it or am just too stupid to
let them do that.

I never really care actually, all
I want is be the small candle with my light burn bright for people that walk in
my valley of shadows, but sometimes people takes my light too much, I melt too
fast. But I always believe I will find the right scent that is truly made for
me. Even though it means wait in the corridor of time a bit longer.