A film by
Krzysztof Kieslowski, starring
Irene Jacob as two people whose lives touch tangentially: a
Polish singer
Weronika and a French
Veronique. One dies on stage during a performance; her existence is revealed to the other accidentally in a
photograph, taken from the window of a tourist bus. They never met or spoke but came that close.
Like several Kieslowski films, it has a haunting score by Zbigniew Preisner.
Ouroboros has summed it up well below, so I don't know quite how to expand to my E1 writeup. I love Kieslowski's light and shade, the relaxed way he moves around people, and I have nothing but pleasant memories of La Double Vie de Veronique. Watching Irene Jacob having sex is rather delicious, and the puppetmaster lover of the second Veronique is a very taking young man. Lots of dimly lit naked flesh as he takes her from behind. *sigh* I'm sure there were other good scenes in it too.