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Dylan 2022-01-07 15:53:55
If derailment is not love, there is still a horse that is so...
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Terrill 2022-01-07 15:53:55
Even if you can't agree with this feeling, you will still regret the protagonist in the sound of the galloping train at the end. This may be the director's skill. I always feel that the real problem is not seeing each other late, but that the wife is lonely again. Marriage is inevitably plain and quiet, and remote places and journeys are the best breeding grounds for romance. Since they are both the heroine's first-person narratives, it is difficult to understand how much the man values this...
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Jason 2022-01-07 15:53:55
Flashback is enough for you to...
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Ward 2022-01-07 15:53:55
Thursday in life, a grain of sand in the eyes of...
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Chloe 2022-01-07 15:53:55
1. Another classic extramarital affair, the marriage crisis of middle-aged men and women. 2. The scene of the protagonist rushing out of the restaurant to the express train at the end of the movie, using a tilted composition and doing it in one go, is empathetic, so awesome, I like it. 3. What is not one's own is always beautiful, and what is not obtained is always in...
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Amely 2022-01-07 15:53:55
This woman had an uncontrollable cheating, but more importantly, she has always had a good...
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Earl 2022-01-07 15:53:55
The middle class is really...
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Jazlyn 2022-01-07 15:53:55
The fourth thousand is marked, re-watched on 2019-1-6. There is no miracle, no fairy tales, and finally succumbed to the mediocre life, so they walked out of each other's lives, the waves are unhappy and dark in my heart; unilateral narration is full of subjective sadness, and the black and white scene adds to the dull and helpless surroundings. She repeated the lies to herself over and over again, and those insignificant details were proof that everything was not illusory, and were engraved...
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Vince 2022-01-07 15:53:55
The plot is simple but full of fun, and the whole movie exudes a melancholic and elegant temperament from beginning to end. The seemingly derailed scene, but the director did not intend to speak ethically from the beginning. In addition, the film flashbacks the entire love process in the voice of the heroine "confessing" to her husband, which shows that this is just a romantic love. The story is more than...
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Theodore 2022-01-07 15:53:55
@BFI Southbank rewatched, the 70th anniversary re-screening restored version. This time I really understand why the British cherish this movie so much. It shows a kind of "Britishness". The turbulent emotions are contained in this soft and irresistible heartbreak. "Forgive what?" "Everything, forgive me for the first encounter with you, forgive me to wipe the sand from my eyes for you, forgive me for loving you, forgive me for causing you such pain." 20190106...
Brief Encounter Comments
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John 2022-03-24 09:02:51
Love & Adultery
What a brief encounter they had.
There is not much explanation given to this relationship. The whole film is a piece of inner confidence and memories. I thought that silent confidence would be able to forgive my "infidelity". The bondage of marriage is just a story, one encounter and one person... -
Kacie 2022-03-22 09:02:21
I will forgive you if you forgive me
We leaned on the bridge and looked down into the water. I shivered, and Alec put his arms around me. The sun tried to figure it out, but to no avail. We leaned against the railing of the bridge and looked down. I was shaking and Alec hugged me. I love you. I shall always until the end of my life. I...
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Laura Jesson: [Secret thoughts] I imagined him holding me in his arms. I imagined being with him in all sorts of glamorous circumstances. It was one of those absurd fantasies, just like one has when one is a girl being wooed and married by the idea of ones dreams.
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Laura Jesson: [Secret thoughts] I starred out of that railway carriage window into the dark and watched the deem trees and the telegraph posts slipping by. And through them I saw Alec and me. Alec and me, perhaps a little younger than we are now, but just as much in love and we have nothing in the way. I saw us in Paris, in a box at the opera. The orchestra was tuning up. Then we were in Venice, drifting along the Grand Canal in a gondola with the sound of mandolins coming to us over the water. I saw us traveling far away together. All the places I've always longed to go. I saw us leaning on the rail of a ship, looking at the sea and stars. Standing on a tropical beach, in the moonlight, with the palm trees sighing above us. Then the palm trees changed into those pallided willows by the canal, just before the level crossing. And all the silly dreams disappeared. And I got out at Ketchworth and gave up my ticket and walked home as usual. Quite soberly and without wings. Without any wings at all.
