Covered Bridge's Last Dream is a very special existence in the romance films I have seen, because the protagonist of the story is middle-aged or older. In previous films, even the old man with gray temples would use the method of memory to make the story. Back to boyhood. But the last dream of the covered bridge made me realize that love has nothing to do with age.
It would be foolish to try to analyze the origins of love, but there is always a trace.
I think girls will like boys who are always sure of themselves. When your emotional appeal has been ignored for a long time, suddenly a stranger appears, brings you a very fresh feeling and can get your meme that resonates with you, you will suddenly feel that that is the right person.
Francesca, in my opinion, is a person who is unwilling to live an ordinary life but lacks courage. At the beginning, Francesca introduced her birth and said: No one's ever heard of it. She felt that the place where she was born was not worth mentioning, but at this time Robert said that he knew Barry, and Francesca already felt very Incredible. But not only did Robert know, he said he once got off the train for a few days because of the stunning scenery, and Francesca asked in disbelief, "You got off the train just because the scenery was amazing?" Sexually romantic things are things Francesca wants to do but is afraid to do.
Francesca thought Iowa was nice and peaceful, but it wasn't what she imagined as a girl. When Robert heard it, he immediately shared a poem he wrote: The old dreams were good dreams. They didn't work out but I'm glad I had them. And told her that he could understand her feelings. Later, Francesca invited him to the house for dinner. After the meal, Robert told Francesca some wonderful experiences that made Francesca laugh. Francesca described it again: maybe it's a little dull for you sitting here telling this to some housewife in the middle of nowhere. At this time Robert told her again seriously: This isn't nowhere. And it's not dull. While Robert slams traditional marriage, Francesca tries to uphold the values that underpin her life, obviously she doesn't like it but she thinks it should. In the end, when Robert left, he said to Francesca: you are anything but a simple woman. He has been encouraging and affirming Francesca, making her feel that she is a different existence, that she is being taken seriously, and that someone Cherish yourself.
Robert cared about her, cared about her, worried about whether their meeting would cause trouble for Francesca, would rush out to take pictures of Francesca, wouldn't think she was beautiful because she was old. And Francesca's girlish heart has also been inspired, and her most common action is to cover her face shyly. It was a touch of light in her ordinary life, and she knew it would be fleeting. Still, I envy Francesca for having the love of a prodigal son.
They go for a drive together, cook together, drink together, and take a walk after dinner together, which fits a teenage fantasy about married life. While they were walking, Robert read a few lines of poetry, and Francesca could immediately recognize that it was Yeats, and after he left, we could see Francesca had a half-read Yeats book in his hand. The collection of poems, including the invitation note Francesca also cites that "Song of Wanderer Angus," how sweet a little secret only the two of them know. The two of them had a common language: their souls were essentially free. It's just that one is imprisoned and the other is not, so the imprisoned soul can't help but ask: How can you live so willfully, and what should other people do?
Too many people just regard women as life companions, people who take care of themselves, or cute gadgets. They actually look down on them and think they don't understand. They like girls, but it's no different than liking kittens and puppies. They don't care what women think and feel and ignore their emotions. Sadly, most women are bound like Francesca, feeling that they are unhappy but they should be.
If I were Francesca, I'd go with him, even though I know we'll be like me and Richard later. Life is a slow poison that silently kills any love. But I will not give up the pursuit of love because of this.
Love is a mystery, some people may never meet in a lifetime, some people lie to themselves that it doesn't exist, some people meet but it's too late, and some people think they've met it, but it's not, and some people may have met but Then it disappeared over time. Love can never be grasped, and love needs time to suffer and forge.
On the one hand, the bridge bridge's last dream comforts me because love is never too late, and on the other hand makes me afraid that love will come too late. I began to fear marriage, thinking that marriage is a product of anti-humanity, a contract is a bond, and a responsibility is the need of social order. But what should I do if I meet a more compatible soul later?
I saw a sentence that I think is quite suitable for evaluating this film: "Everyone is lonely. In our life, we encounter love and sex, and it is not rare, but understanding is rare."
"If someone meets the only right person in the right place at the right time, it's not because their morals are better, it's just because they're luckier."
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