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Kristina 2022-03-27 09:01:15
Very mediocre movie, the character of Tony Leung Ka Fai in the book is the background foil, but it is much richer in the movie. Some scenes are very good, such as confrontation with pierre in the dance hall, such as forcing Loli in bed to say that she only loves money and butts Show, it's very...
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Layla 2022-03-27 09:01:15
Whether it is the book or the movie, I don't like it very much. But I really want to lie on the ground naked with my lover like in the movie, and feel the summer heat...
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Coby 2022-03-27 09:01:15
There is always some love hidden in the corners that you don't want to admit. Subdued to responsibility, age, worldliness, family, self-esteem, race, and time, but it was never worth the repeated insults of memory. I love Jean-Jacques Arnold's shots, he always finds the angle that makes your heart...
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Maggie 2022-03-27 09:01:15
His eyes and her back were shrouded in mist. The palpable love permeates the salty and humid air by the Mekong River in Vietnam. Love is beautiful but like a withered plant. The female protagonist's thin and frail body, Liang Jiahui is actually quite...
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Clotilde 2022-03-27 09:01:15
A rare fit with Duras' original; Duras said it should be dusty, not muddy Vietnam, but the dampness is just right. I especially love those close-ups of the flesh, the blurred and fragrant lust that travels around, the golden organs, the surging hormones of Jane's youth, the disdain and stubbornness flowing between the eyebrows, it is destined to be a fatal temptation. Girls always mature and grow old overnight. He said that he would like to meet you twenty years...
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Roxane 2022-03-27 09:01:15
The comments are always irrelevant to the movie: I came to the conclusion that as a female writer, you must first have the body of a prostitute, and then you can have the soul of a writer. Otherwise, what is written is the sermon of the nun, the boringness of the old maid, the self-pity of the complaining woman, and no one will read it. Duras's bitterness is the key to success, and he must have the determination to materialize himself, which is an essential...
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Joaquin 2022-03-27 09:01:15
"This life is hurt by this relationship, and there is no chance of...
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Vincenzo 2022-03-26 09:01:11
It seems that foreigners will never be able to capture the thoughts of Chinese people, no matter how deep or...
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Lottie 2022-03-26 09:01:11
Too pretentious to like. Leung Ka Fai, a little girl full of buck teeth and a traitor, really wanted to go to...
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Kellie 2022-03-26 09:01:11
Duras is a crazy...
The Lover Comments
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Noel 2022-03-25 09:01:16
The young girl and the chinaman
Only when I saw the final credits did I realize that the male and female protagonists have no names in the film, including the girl's mother and the girl's brother. It seems that the director deliberately set it up like this. Under the system of the old society, everyone lives in oppression like...
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Alexanne 2022-03-24 09:03:04
wind of the mekong
From Wang Xiaobo to know Duras, from Duras to know "The Lover", from "The Lover" to feel despair.
Every time I watch "The Lover" again, it's a slow and difficult journey. Duras's stern description like a scalpel pierced the nerves of ease. Her hopeless helplessness and sadness are wrapped in...
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[last lines]
Narrator: Years after the war, after the marriages, the children, the divorces, the books, he had come to Paris with his wife. He had phoned her. He was intimidated; his voice trembled, and with the trembling it had found the accent of China again. He knew she'd begun writing books. He had also heard about the younger brother's death. He had been sad for her. And then he had no more to tell her. And then he told her - he had told her that it was as before, that he still loved her, that he would never stop loving her, that he would love her until his death.
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Narrator: "Now and then I go back to the house in Sadek. To the horror of the house in Sadek. It's an unbearable place. It's close to death. A place of violence of pain of despair, of dishonour... But it's in this family's dryness in it's incredible harshness that I am the most deeply assured in myself. In the deepest of my essential certainties, all common history of ruin and shame, of love and hate is in my flesh."
