My favorite line from The Diving Bell And The Butterfly is when the fully paralyzed - except for a left eye - Jean-Dominique Bauby says, "I decided to stop pitying myself. Other than my eye, two things aren't paralyzed, my imagination and my memory." It's a turning point for the audience as well. Up to that moment, aided by the unrelenting P.O.V. shot from Jean-Do's eye, you feel stuffed, pitiful, terrible, closed ... imagining the terror of this man's still life.
But that one line lifts us out. We now view Jean-Do from above, from the left, from the right, straight-on. Most importantly, we see his rich memories colored by a free imagination.
This is best experienced in the scene where Jean-Do's nurse takes him to a Catholic church to meet the father. The nurse and father suggest that Jean-Do take a pilgrimage to Lourdes. Blinking out a message with the left eye, he says to them, "I've been to Lourdes...", and we get blindsided with a jump cut to hair blowing in the camera lens with the opening riffs to U2's "Ultraviolet (Light My Way)" playing heavy underneath.
It's one of the richest explosions of love & lust on the run that I've seen on film in quite awhile. In this scene, the flawless beauty of Marina Hands behind the wheel of a convertible is sexy personified. Her tan thighs dotted with freckles under a pink skirt that is straining to contain them... her hair shadowing her face, but the face is too remarkable to be hindered by mere locks. (Hands is also naturally stunning in last year's Lady Chatterly).
I wish I could bottle this moment and turn it into a sunshine pill for the sad and lonesome.