I am really short of breath. I think you don’t forget, Duras said at the end of the original: If I am not a writer, I must be a prostitute.
"Lover" picked the Oscar for best photography lens is really not in vain. The girl was leaning on the railing on the broken boat to Saigon, and the dark-skinned Vietnamese farmers walked around. The wind filled her wide skirt, and the jeweled old shoes on her bare feet had an innocent and cheap atmosphere. His skin was pale and lacking blood, his eyes were slightly squinted by the strong wind on the Mekong River, the small brown freckles were covered with thick balm, and the strange color of lipstick on his lips was ready to come out at any time. The dry grass-yellow hair is braided into two thin twists, which hang under the flax-white men's wide-brimmed hat, which is so beautiful to do whatever you want. The gray road near the school, the small street vendors in black silhouettes, the clusters of thick trees, the young girl walks among them to habitually straighten her thin body, and there are many more, her golden house, her beach, she returns On the French ferry, every angle, every light, and every piece of color are like Duras’ language, full of fatal ambiguity, switching or contrasting the dazzling light yellow, azure blue and various grays, so that the lens has always been maintained. With a sense of pure and sad lust. The beginning of the film said: "I was only eighteen years old at that time, but I was already aging." I like this sentence very much, it makes a good supplement to this unsettled love. I don’t like girls’ Chinese lovers. I don’t know that such gentle, rich but weak and incompetent men can be more pleasing in real life, but all this does not hinder the high rationality of girls’ choices. In her heart that has endured excessive violence and injustice, the older lover's excessive tenderness and even shameful cowardice have made up for the trauma in her heart in a more extreme form, even if this compensation is only temporary. She needs someone to be one with her, to be one with her to question the world around her, her violent brother and snobbish mother, she has always loved but can only pretend to be an invisible brother when she is extremely desperate, they Let her life become unlovable and meaningless. The Golden House is a peculiar place. Here, the darkness is safe. After the first sex, the girl lay on her side on the big blood-stained bed. The hot and humid Vietnamese air mixed with dazzling sunlight shone in through the blinds, cutting the darkness into many small pieces. A few steps away from the door facing the noisy side street, from time to time there were intermittent shouts and talks. Everything was the same as before, but everything was completely different. The girl's heart floated to the sea in this noise. Her body was exposed to unnatural sunlight, and there seemed to be some false residual warmth on it. She felt that she had gained something, but she seemed to have lost more; but she still wanted to stop, anyway, she never had anything.
When the ship left at the end, the lover's car only gave a more obvious close-up. Later, from the natural perspective of the girl, the conspicuous appearance of the back appeared in an inconspicuous position in the picture, just like him. But he came anyway, he had feelings for her, so his cowardice seemed even more sad. The young girl leaned on the railing in the first posture, her eyes were slightly narrowed by the wind, and her face was smiling. Later in the evening, everyone in the corridor was empty, and she heard someone playing Chopin's tune. She cried somehow. Curled up into a ball trembling violently in the dark, bright tears flowed into the snow-white teeth line by line.
At that time she was only eighteen years old, but she was already aging.
Later, I read it by borrowing a classmate's computer at school, and retaliated to show off this fact to my father when I returned home. I said that not only did I finish watching, I also liked it very much, and I had to write a film review. He was stupid and asked: Is it inappropriate for you to watch this kind of film? I told him word by word: No. Later, until now, I suddenly thought that it is really hard for them to have such knowledgeable and worldly insightful parents who gave birth to me such an illiterate and shameless slutty.
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