I recalled Balzac talking about the Amazing Acolytes and felt it curious that the film had also referenced the word. “Even with my disdain of this medieval belief in possession and sorcery, I am still in awe of the sturdy discipline and forbearance of men whose lives are tied to their faith. And I am not ashamed to admit there have been rare moments in my own life when I lamented the absence of an omnipotent figure.” Suddenly he began to run, weaving in and out of streets. “I am not going to do this again,” he shouted. The camerawork was shaky here and it was only when he got to the edge of what appeared to be a basin and turned that his face was shown. “No one is perfect,” he screamed. I replayed this bit several times to be certain it was the man who had been in the carriage the previous
