The famous mystery novelist Sarah Mortonencountered a bottleneck in the creation of new works. On the advice of the publisher John Brand, she came to John’s hometown-southern France Rembrandt, looking for inspiration while recuperating. The leisurely life in the country freed Sarah from the exhaustion of living in London for a long time, and enjoyed the rare leisure time. One night, Julie, who claims to be the daughter of John, arrives unexpectedly. The two women have a huge influence on each other, and Sarah’s creative plan is also disrupted. A murder mystery occurred by the swimming pool, which plunged Sarah into an ambiguous situation
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Swimming Pool movie plot
2022-05-27 21:16
Extended Reading
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Emory 2022-05-27 13:59:32
The flesh is a piece of black cloth, and human desire is the blue water below. Confinement with a cross or earplugs will not help. Since you are trapped in a hungry net bag, no one should try to escape. In the subway, she has been trying to get rid of Sarah Morton, but in the text she recklessly participates in this dangerous game. It doesn't matter whether you see the truth or fiction. The important thing is that you are also in the pool of the country house at a certain moment, drawing the curve of your inner desire.
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Conrad 2022-05-27 16:11:02
The construction of the text level is even richer in "Entering the Hall", the plot advancement and emotional control are more restrained than the latter, but the repression sees a sparkling nuance. It's just that the overall structure is still slightly cramped, and the excessive blur also makes some metaphorical attempts weaker halfway through. Ou Rong still finds an excellent balance between video and literature. Both "Nocturnal Animals" and "Outstanding Citizen" are still far behind on this point. Chinese translation name is stupid.
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Julie: [sauntering over to Sarah's lounge chair, bikini bottom without the top, long legs, bare breasts, charming raw European accent] You not too hot?
[the older woman wakes up, startled]
Julie: Sorry I woke you up.
Sarah Morton: [composing herself] No.
[sitting up]
Sarah Morton: I was just dozing.
Julie: [soft laugh, casually sitting down flat next to Sarah's deck chair, not at all mindful of her lack of dress] You must be working too hard. You should take a swim in the pool. The water is cold. It will wake you up.
Sarah Morton: Ah, well, thank you for your advice, but I absolutely loathe swimming pools.
Julie: Yeah, I know what you mean. I prefer the sea too. The ocean,
[smiling fondly]
Julie: the crashing waves, that feeling of danger that you could loose footing and be swept away... Pools are boring, there's no excitement, its just a big bathtub.
Sarah Morton: [coldly summing up] It's more like a cesspool of living bacteria.
Julie: [looking back, clearly more optimistic about life] Oh that? No, it's just a bit of dirt and leaves.
[Sarah nods, unconvinced, set in her ways]
Julie: So, what are you writing? A romance novel?
Sarah Morton: [smirks at the very thought] God, no, I write crime fiction.
Julie: Oh, yeah.
[disapprovingly:]
Julie: That's how he makes his money.
Sarah Morton: [haughtily] And that's how he can afford to buy a beautiful house in France for his daughter to enjoy.
Julie: [slight frown, reminded of her status as Daddy's girl] What about you? Are your books selling well?
Sarah Morton: [grimly] I can't complain.
Julie: [chummily] What is this one about?
Sarah Morton: [as if to quell her enthusiasm by pouring cold water over her] Murders. And the police investigation.
Julie: [giggling] In the Luberon? With rich English stories?
Sarah Morton: [her impatience now all-out] Listen, if you don't mind, I do have work to do.
Julie: Okay! I leave you alone, Miss Marple. I need to make some phone calls anyway.
[walks off, her wedge heels clattering, leaving Sarah to the emptiness of her departure]
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Julie: [in French; subtitled] AHH! You scared me!
Sarah Morton: [in French] Who are you? What are you doing in my house?
Julie: [in French] Your house? This is my house! I should be asking you.
[short pause; now speaking English]
Julie: Are you English?
Sarah Morton: [in English] That's correct. I'm Sarah Morton, I'm a writer and my publisher, John Bosload, is letting me have this house.
Julie: Ah, so you're Daddy's latest conquest.
Sarah Morton: You're his daughter?
Julie: So what? He didn't say I was coming?
Sarah Morton: No, he didn't tell me you were coming.
Julie: I'm not surprised. Is he here?
Sarah Morton: No, I'm here on my own and I'm here to work, and not expecting visitors.
Julie: [lights a cigarette] So he's not here.
Sarah Morton: Are you going to be staying long?
Julie: I don't know. I don't have much work these days. So, which bedroom did you take?
Sarah Morton: The one upstairs overlooking the pool.
Julie: Of course. That's the best one. Well, I better unpack.