Invited to the Brussels Film Festival by executive producer Franz Esterházy to watch "Heute bin ich blond" or "The girl of nine wigs", I prepare to watch the film with an obstinately inaccurate state of mind.
This is sanded and distilled story: when the Saracen Twenty-Sophie (Lisa Tomaschewsky) discovers that he has cancer brazil hair, after the initial shock decides to take slap his drama with gusto of original. The hug is exorcised therefore: the girl, bald from chemotherapy, starts wearing colorful wigs 9 changing with these personalities. Un'accorato Cancer Marameo at some point he will give to the place, but not for the wigs: this is obviously miracle.
The story is drawn from a true Dutch story Sophie van der Stap, a girl who a few years ago was struck by evil, opens a blog about her fight and feels less alone. The blog is read, publish a book, the book is read, make it a film directed by Marc Rothemund. A special mention for the brilliant German manufacturers Sven Burgemeister and Andreas Bareiss, initiators of the project.
The film directed by Marc Rothemund is based on the true story of Sophie
At the evening reception, my curiosity filmmaker-director leads me to speak at length with the writer van der Stap, and I notice the extreme similarity of character with the actress in the film. It is the syndrome of "Purple Rose": in the film again and I hallucinate. When then comes the talented Lisa Tomaschewsky, I do not understand where it ends and begins another. This, the excerpt from the dialogue with Sophie.
Why did you decide to start a blog and tell what is happening to you?
When I started writing to the hospital, I did not think about the form or outcome of my stories, but after a few months I had a huge amount of short stories that became the basis of my book . I wrote it like a madman to resist 54 weeks of chemo ... My stories were stored as "week 7 cheap human hair lace wig," "week 19," and so on.
My thirst for being part of the world was very strong ... so I started sending mei pieces to various newspapers and magazines. The few people who responded made me understand that I could not publish things so uninhibited ...