The intertwined body, the naked picture, is only part of it. The arms and skins of the hero and heroine are changing, like the dust after the atomic explosion, alluding to the damage caused by the bombing war in Hiroshima at that time.
The film, unhurriedly, flows slowly. The light music and the chaotic and powerful conversations reveal the shackles and pains brought by the war to people's moods.
I couldn't bear to watch those tragic pictures. No matter where or which country it is, the backside of the war is the same cruelty.
The narrative at the beginning makes it hard to imagine what it has to do with romance. Finally turned around in laughter. Strangers, one-night stands are indeed joyful and comfortable. Because in the beginning it was not directed at the body from time to time. When I got up, Emmanuelle wore Japanese pajamas and drank coffee leisurely. Because it was a black and white film, it was difficult to distinguish the colors, but I could feel the state of physical and mental freedom this morning. Later, she changed into the nurse costume that she needed when filming, which was very beautiful, an angel in white.
The hero keeps saying, I want to see you again. But the heroine kept running away, because she was not ready to face the person who was about to awaken her heart suddenly. However, the passion is difficult to die quickly at the beginning, and the hero finds her and takes her to his house.
After going through the body and skin once again, after the tactile reality, the heroine tells the past events that happened in her hometown of Nevel, such painful, messy and sad memories. When she was young, she fell in love with the German soldiers. At that time, Germany was the enemy of France. They had to date in secret, in the open air, in the cellar, in the house. When riding a bicycle and speeding on a pothole road to meet someone you love, you will be moved by the pure love when you see such a picture.
The ending can be imagined. This love affair that runs counter to the war is tragic after all. At the small dock where they decided to elope, the German boy was assassinated and the girl lay on top of him, day and night. Later, the girl was locked in the cellar by her mother. It was dark, she went crazy, her hair was cut in public, she was cast aside, and no one took pity on her. He kept scratching the walls of the cellar with both hands, sucking on the blood-covered hands, falling in love with the smell of blood. Seeing this, my heart is really worried.
Later, she was not "crazy" anymore, because she forgot this relationship, she thought she would never mention it again, and remembered it.
But she never thought that, 14 years later, the Japanese man awakened this deeply buried memory, and she even regarded him as a German soldier she once loved. She repeatedly wandered in the corridors of the hotel, at the door of the pub where they drank together, and on the streets, blaming herself, annoyed, and confused taking over her body and mind. For this forgotten love, I fell into a vortex of pain in my heart.
The man said, can I stay for a week? Shaking his head. For three days, shake your head. one day? And he couldn't do anything, he could only look at him from afar, follow her, and light a calming cigarette for her.
He pity, love, this woman. I feel sorry for such a beautiful person who has suffered such inhuman memories. How I want to hold her in my arms, take good care of her, and make up for those sad times.
The ending is very clever, and there is no need to explain anything. The man said, I have to come. Woman, roar, see how I forget you. A few seconds later, holding the man's face in both hands, I learned that your name is Hiroshima. The man smiled, your name is Nevel.
In fact, women don't need to deliberately forget the first most loving love, nor do they need to forget this short-lived relationship in Hiroshima. Either forgetting the previous love that they thought could affect a lifetime is betrayal. You see, in fact, it follows the road of time. Go, you'll get better, why bother to torture yourself? A short encounter is not a kind of relief. When you remove the heavy shackles of your heart, there will always be someone who will understand you.
Hiroshima Love. Not betrayal, not forgetting, not redemption, not seeking, but liberation, joy, release, enjoyment. Come on, then enjoy this love now, no matter how long it will be.
Can't see anything, can't write anything, can't say anything. Really, it is because of incompetence that this movie came about. ——Duras
finished reading the "Love of Hiroshima" directed by Alain Resnais in 1959 and written by Duras, it was already afternoon. Cloudy, cool wind.
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