I was thinking again today about why this Phantom of the Opera movie speaks to me in such a profound way. It is primarily the identification with the phantom himself, in his deep connection of love and desire for Christine and in his heartbrokeness, caused by rejection and a life of solitude. Can anybody love him for what he is? Can anybody love the man behind the mask? Can anybody free him from his solitude?
For some moments he experiences that indeed, someone does break all the barriers and for once in his life he doesn´t feel alone.
Speaking about human love, I as well have experienced that once and what an experience it was! It tore me apart and left me broken for years, when it fell apart.
No wonder that we can forgive- even to the point of murder- that he tries everything to keep that experience.
