I saw a quirky French film last week called Ricky. It kept popping up in my recommendations on Netflix instant, so I gave in and watched it. Basically two factory workers meet, fall in love and have a baby. And everything's fine until the baby sprouts a pair of wings. It's never explained why the kid has wings, but I assumed it was from something shady going on at the factory. At first the family is cast into turmoil and exposed to a media circus. Then Ricky goes missing. You sort of get the sense that he may in fact be fantastical in a way that transcends the physicality of his feathers. In any case, the family eventually bonds for the better. A lighthearted way to pass the time.
Sometimes I need films like this, so I might give it a go. I would think there was a metaphore behind the child having wings- like that it's an angel, but you are the one to judge. You've seen the film. Netflix keeps recommending me similar films to this but I might ignore them if they are as forgattable.
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Thanks for reading Amelie. I think Ricky as a metaphorical angel is a very valid interpretation. What I liked most about the film was the room to speculate about the multiple meanings the filmmaker was trying to convey.
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