This segment of Paris Je Taime is sheer pleasure. It tells the brief story of how a young ex-pat (Natalie Portman) falls in love with a blind man who overhears her rehearsing for an audition. Time lapse photography and snippy little cuts all in rapid montage tell the story of their romance, hitting its peak in a metro car when Portman screams at the top of her lungs to her blind boyfriend’s amusement. Honestly, it is this particular scene that has stuck out to me, her uninhibited shriek and his satisfied grin a graceful image centering the fast pace of the film. I think this film has lingered so resolutely in my memory because it mimics the process by which I remember similar occurrences in my personal history. My own memory is using the film to suggest that I may need to start remembering this way more often. In this case, then, Portman’s scream will always have the timbre of Resnais’ Je Taime Je Taime.