sad lover

Keegan 2022-04-21 09:03:02

About a month ago, I came across a video about Margaret Duras, the author of the video joked: "A man in his teens sleeping in his thirties, and a man in his sixties still sleeping in his thirties. man". Margaret said that if she wasn't a writer she would be a prostitute, she was open to sex, but she was tender to feelings. She doesn't think highly of her appearance, and thinks she is an ordinary person, but she must be an attractive woman. When she was young, there was a mature man who loved her deeply, and when she was old, there was a young man who was willing to take care of her. I was attracted by such a strange woman at the time, and I found the book "The Lover" in the bookstore the next day. To be honest, the translation is really laborious to read, the language is very complicated, and there are always some long and difficult to read sentences. At first I thought it was a translation problem, but later I learned that this is Margaret's style. Ashamed to say, I gave up halfway through the book. I was attracted by the storyline, but I really couldn't appreciate Margaret's unique writing style. After throwing away the book, I turned to the movie, I was very satisfied with the casting, (but the fly in the ointment was that there was no French-speaking actress, it was a bit strange for a French family to speak English), Jane March's girly temperament and petite and exquisite The figure is very consistent with the original work, and Leung Ka Fai's performance of a gentle and elegant gentleman is amazing. The pictures in the movie make people able to correspond to the text in the original book in one second. In hot and humid Vietnam, two clean men and women are alone in a small luxury car, venting their lust and the atmosphere is warm and ambiguous. Every time two people are together, I can feel the careful love and raw desire. They shouldn't have been in love with each other. Most French people are arrogant and proud, and Margaret's family naturally cannot accept a Chinese man, even though his family is rich. The twisted family of two people shatters the feelings that should not be faster, they insult and degrade each other, Margaret insults the race of the man, the man slams her body hard in anger, and whispers that she is a prostitute , they cover up the fact that they are already in love in this way, which is the tragedy of both of them, and also the tragedy of the society at that time.

This group photo found in the stills, the sad lover.
The two came to the beach before they separated. He said affectionately that he couldn't live without her, he loved her, he loved her, and she loved him.
Another lingering night, he made her say over and over again: "I'm only with you because of the money"

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Extended Reading
  • Frida 2022-03-22 09:02:30

    It's so disgusting to see the heroine's face full of little bitches and the erotic scenes that don't feel touching. It should have been a sad love story, where is there love? Is it revealed in the empty eyes? Is it spoken in blunt language or Is it revealed in the gentle caress? It's really ugly. When I saw the heroine's brother beating her, I felt inexplicably cool. Anyway, I felt that this love story was ruined, but I didn't feel any mood at the end.

  • Constantin 2022-03-15 09:01:05

    Sometimes I almost have to thank Duras for burying those things in my heart for too long. I didn't write them until I was 70 years old. Time gave them a peculiar and charming texture, ghostly and enchanting, so that the viewer could not escape.

The Lover quotes

  • 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."

  • Narrator: Dusk one evening on board ship, crossing the Indian Ocean under the luminous sky. Suddenly the sound of a Chopin waltz came bursting out from the main lounge. I had tried to play it for months without success. That's why I gave up the piano. There wasn't a breath of wind and the music pervaded the whole ship. I stood up as if to go and throw myself into the sea. Then I did weep because I had thought of my Chinese lover, and I was suddenly not sure that I hadn't been in love with him after all, with a love I hadn't been able to see because it had become lost in the tide of events, like water seeping through sand. Thanks to that music, spreading over the sea and filling the calmest night I have ever known, I could see my love for him for the first time.