'Lacan argues it is impossible to say anything meaningful or sensible about love' - a difficult place to start for a thesis that initially intended to question love's place in psychoanalysis. Is it an imaginary relationship? Or like jouissance, something kept from us for our own
protection? Difficult questions proving too large a task for this thesis.
Instead I focused on psychosis, the perceived madness of
self-destruction which seems such an inherent part of true love. Why do Romeo and Juliet kill themselves? Why does Catherine choose to marry Edgar Linton when Heathcliff is "more myself than I am"? Why does Rhett Butler walk out on Scarlett just when she has realised how much she loves him? Why did Christ kill himself to save us? True love seems a type of psychosis; wherever there is true love there is sacrifice, mostly self-sacrifice; dying for the other. This idea dominates our cultural ideology, Lacan's symbolic order. If you love someone you let them go; No greater love hath a man than to lay down his life for his friends; The perfect kiss is with a boy that you've just stabbed to death; I can't live if living is without you. Are true love and death so inextricably linked? Then can only psychotic people truly love? All these questions led me to question the character of Bess McNiell in Lars Von Trier's 1996 film Breaking the Waves.