After reading a lot of European and American media's comments on this film, the praise and criticism were mixed. Even Franco said in an interview that it was not a film that he was satisfied with. The first time I watched it was the year of the college entrance examination. I was too tired to study. I turned on the TV and saw Franco, who I loved so much. I remember that it was also a rainy day. After that, it is an uncontrollable love, and every year I choose a rainy day to watch this movie. Still today, this is the sixth time I've seen this movie. The light rain outside was sparse, and the gazes of Tristan and Isolde looking at each other still pierced into their hearts like rain. It's still the sea, the background music, the beautiful heartbreak. Some people say that epics are too bad, some people say that romances become triangular vulgar movies. The epic in your heart flowed so peacefully in that era, how could the noble love in your eyes be kept from the trivial details in the course of life. A movie may be like a book, just to meet a line. After all, their love did not make the nation perish, but also lived in each other's heart forever.
My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,And true plain hearts do in he faces rest;Where can we find two better hemispheres;Without sharp North, without declining West;Whatever dies was not mixed equally;If our two loves be one , or thou and I; Love so alike that none do slacken, none can die.
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