'God exists within us not so we can stifle Him in the narrow confines of our human spirit; God is within us to tear us away from ourselves toward His supernatural transcendence'

The Jeweller's Shop

I watched this last night. Looked on the web for reviews and analysis - really not much out there at all. I found that the film drew me in really not regarding the story or the characterisation at all (which is very slight), but because of the central problem. I was aware that I was 'straining' to get to the end because I wanted to know the solution to this problem, or at least to see how it is resolved in the lives of the main characters.
Now, there may be an overarching, philosophical mediation on time and eternity in this piece symbolised by the mysterious jeweller weighing out the wedding rings and so 'the measure of man'; but I was much more focussed upon the problem, which I would very broadly state as follows: how can marriage be wanted or desirable if you have grown up a/ with only the ghost of a father or b/ within the ego-driven bitterness of parents in flight from themselves and the world? 
I found it an utterly fascinating film, with a very surprising emotional punch at the end that I was quite unprepared for.
I can see why it may have been passed over; I am not sure how on earth you would categorise it; European 70s/80s arthouse maybe, but I don't know enough about film to say what or if there is a genre it would fit into. Generally I think that people don't like to talk about things unless they can compare them with other things. I would love to send this film to three film buff cultural critics (like Mark Kermonde) and see their reviews published side by side.  
(I posted a clip of the film on the Art page)


My poetic reflection written after watching this film is as follows:
'love splintered upon the door because it was shut and shattered upon the window because it was closed ...'

'The more sand that has escaped from the hourglass of our life, the clearer we should see through it'

and the grains contain the fragments of all i was

and the grains enfold the vision of what i will become

only now is the slipping through the tiny space
only now is the heady rush of the cascading descent

soon to come the fullness of the end
soon to come the containment of the whole

then no more escape
then no more the falling falling sand

in the finishing only clarity
in the finishing only sight