Once, someone told me that if you come here in the future, remember 100, 100, never go out alone at night.
The male protagonist's upper lip is very thin, and when he sings with all his strength, the shape of his mouth looks very strange.
In the past, some people also said a lot of fxxk off in a nice voice. They would also say my as mee, "?" as Aye, squinting when speaking, and the tendons under the white skin of the neck were abruptly blue.
Going to see the sea on a motorcycle together, the female protagonist wanted to try driving a motorcycle, but the male protagonist would not let go.
In the past, someone also said No, in a series of no-holds-barred, uncompromising things, on very small matters.
Towards the end of their encounter, they were alone in a room in the sound studio. There was insufficient lighting, just two people sitting like this, the heroine choked up when she sang a song to her husband.
In the past, someone also stroked their backs to comfort him like this, continued to laugh in an angry voice, and the long sigh beside the wrong shoulder was so deep and helpless.
The recording reached the bottleneck. Everyone drove to the beach. The sun was shining in the first place along the way. The male protagonist didn't say much or a lot. He just smiled sometimes while looking out the window.
In the past, someone was so unbridled that they only looked at one face in a group of people.
When the two parted, there was only a light kiss.
Once, when someone left, they also pretended to understate and said see you later, as if they could see you in five minutes. But one kiss seemed to run out of time.
I thought I wouldn't like this kind of musical love sketches with too thin plots, and the simple shooting techniques would probably make people feel dull, but I was caught off guard. Those music, the first time I heard it, I immediately thought of Damien Rice subconsciously, because it was all from Ireland.
Many people have experienced it so superficially that it leaves no traces. And only I know how many times I couldn't let go in the past, just like the male protagonist, looking for music while watching and masochistically looking for the VCR who once filmed his girlfriend, singing a song of lies; how much helplessness there is It is impossible to cross, such as two people going to see the sea, but the beautiful scenery is the reality that makes the male protagonist stunned and the female protagonist is speechless. Except for the introduction of simple vocabulary between different languages, I also feel that I am few; The time to leave and leave, and the courage to secretly decide not to see each other again.
Those who have owned such a past will understand that Once, is once and the only one.
At the end, in the long and narrow window, the heroine in the red sweater is playing contentedly on the piano sent as a gift, next to her husband in a green sweater holding the child. She is satisfied at the moment, but also has that trace of melancholy dissipated in the light sunlight outside the building with the distant camera.
After watching the movie and listening to the original sound again, I still feel that the original sound recorded in the studio lacks the feeling of the only channel used to express feelings in the movie. Speechless, there is no such a sudden look back is relief.
But still great, the movie and the music are great.
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