Perfume: The Story of a Murderer Character image
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Dahlia 2022-03-19 09:01:03
"Everyone comes with love, and everyone has love, but why are we still afraid of breaking up and losing? It turns out that it's not that we're afraid of losing our love, but that we're afraid that the love we once had can't find the proof of its existence."
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Amos 2022-03-23 09:01:31
Tom Tykwer's cinematic attempt to convey the sense of smell is impressive. The picture has a classic texture and tone, and it does a good job, but the director who started with postmodern styles such as "Lola Run" is indulged in the classical and delicate scenes here and forgets that the plot is too straightforward, which makes the movie appear to be too plain in many times. The pace is slow and I can't get my energy up, just like taking the square steps of a Peking Opera veteran in real life. And the long foreshadowing of flashbacks does bring an unexpected climax of horror: sexual desire reigns in the world, hatred of religious morality, etc. all give way to sensual pleasure.
Perfume: The Story of a Murderer quotes
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Laura Richis: Papa, what's the matter?
Antoine Richis: We're going home. Now.
Laura Richis: But why? I'm enjoying myself.
Antoine Richis: Don't argue with me, Laura!
[he starts to drag Laura away]
Laura Richis: Stop it! I'm grown up!
[Antoine slaps her. She runs away from him]
Antoine Richis: [chasing after her] Laura! Laura!
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Narrator: In the period of which we speak, there reigned in the cities a stench barely conceivable to us modern men and women. Naturally, the stench was foulest in Paris, for Paris was the largest city in Europe. And nowhere in Paris was that stench more profoundly repugnant than in the city's fish-market. It was here then, on the most putrid spot in the whole kingdom, that Jean-Baptiste Grenouille was born on the 17th of July, 1738. It was his mother's fifth birth: she delivered them all here under her fish-stand, and all had been stillbirths or semi-stillbirths. And by evening the whole mess had been shoveled away with the fish-guts into the river. It would be much the same today, but then... Jean-Baptiste chose differently.