She calls them “my darlings”, and in order to train them, pays in person. Sweat and smile broadly. Fitness does not support moderation. And then Sylwia has a reputation to uphold. 600,000 followers who follow and love her. Because she is young, beautiful, dynamic, she offers them a mirror, she constantly posts her life as a sports coach. She never stops filming herself trying on gymnast’s clothes, testing this or that food…
She calls them “my darlings”, and in order to train them, pays in person. Sweat and smile broadly. Fitness does not support moderation. And then Sylwia has a reputation to uphold. 600,000 followers who follow and love her. Because she is young, beautiful, dynamic, she offers them a mirror, she constantly posts her life as a sports coach. She never stops filming herself trying on gymnast’s clothes, testing this or that food, having salads delivered or climbing the floors loaded with packages, squeezing her buttocks. To be on the crest of stardom is at this price. Everyone sees her live, brands pay her handsomely, and for the rest, she shares her daily life with a dog. No lover or lover in sight. His worshipers are quite numerous. When one day, she films herself crying, because loneliness weighs on her and she “would like to hold someone’s hand”, her video goes viral. Like an icon, she never interests as much as when she suffers.
Display of success and narcissism
In the meantime, she wants more. More followers, more light. She must be on TV. The show almost escaped him in favor of another star. But that’s it, she won the morning of the coveted plateau. She just has to do her shopping. Buying the best for her mother who has just retired and is celebrating her birthday. Huge bouquet of flowers and XXL TV. Nothing is luxurious enough for its parent. She has rebuilt her life with a new caring companion. But the meal does not go as well as expected. We drink, we eat, we gossip among relatives, and yet, an uneasiness floats: the mother lacks enthusiasm in front of her daughter’s exploits, she even seems a little embarrassed by this display of success and narcissism. Dodging rather than opposing. Reserved and silent. Sylwia, on the other hand, keeps telling him that she loves him. Like a little girl who doubts the affection of her family, fearing that it is not as strong as the one she feels.
If the director retains his gesture, preferring the sobriety of a morality between two waters, he captures a contemporary story where the void takes all the place
Here we go again. “My darlings” are too many to give love. They give shouts, cheers, “I adore you”, “you have changed my life” but the day-to-day presence has nothing to do with this adulation. The only one there is a poor guy who is the messenger in his car downstairs. A stalker who stares at Sylwia because she excites him. A wretch who looks like a corpse and whom director Magnus von Horn, born in Sweden and living in Poland, frames as the living dead. A living dead who, too, would not have the slightest shame to share his most intimate feelings with a stranger.
An illusory flesh object
So much so that the young woman hatched a plan to get rid of him. But it doesn’t turn out exactly the way she wanted it to. Won’t all this go too far, end in blood more than in sweat? If the director retains his gesture, preferring the sobriety of a morality between two waters, he captures a contemporary story where the void takes up all the space. Beauty and the Beast face each other, and the monster is not who you think. A very fleeting reversal because here, the characters may live on gymnastics and salads, but they are nonetheless aware of what they represent. And Sylwia – this is the interest of the film – remains an endearing, sincere woman. Condemned to move, move, move, and to watch herself moving so as not to disappear.
With her blonde hair, sculpted body and big blue eyes, she is an ideal image of physical perfection. The actress Magdalena Kolesnik worked for a year to become Sylwia, whose director says she knows her character better than anyone, better than him. Inspired by a sports coach and influencer, Sylwia is the measure of an era that lives only under the gaze of others and for him. She is none the less loving, piously devoted to the crowd that follows her. Shaped like an object of illusory flesh, the embodied fantasy of a happiness that does not exist. This is why people believe her, revere her and follow her. In search of the most beautiful buttocks in the world to achieve bliss. New religion. To your mats…