Love beyond desire-dedicated to Duras

Guillermo 2022-01-13 08:02:05

Love Beyond Desire-Dedicated to Duras
English name: The Lover
Movie Chinese Name: Lover
Movie Category: Feature Film, Romance (Love) Film
Color: Color
Voice: Audio
Film Place of Origin: French
Production Company: Reiner Film Company
Production year: 1992
Film length: 115 minutes
Film
director: Jean-Jacques Arnault
Screenplay: Jean-Jacques Arnault
Starring: Leung Ka Fai; Jane Marge

I like Duras, and I have bought a lot of lover's Books and DVDs, but moving back and forth between the two cities, a lot of things are lost or given away, I can't remember very clearly, the memory will always become blurred under the washing of time.
I really want to review "Lover" once, but I can't find where the DVD is. The book is still there, but there is no interest in opening it again, or is it courage?
I started to write about "Lover" again, not for remembrance, not for memory, but for writing.
I am a poor-minded person and have always been like this. It is too difficult for me to control language. I can only babble, babble and write...
French director Jean Jacques Arnault used 120 million francs to tell this story that belongs only to Duras in 1991. The tall and melancholic man is Hong Kong actor Leung Ka Fai , She is France’s rising star Jane Marge. This is a movie with eroticism and youthfulness, and such a mixture makes it exude a touch of sadness.
He and her met on the ferry on the Mekong River that was flooded with gold-like brilliance. He was shy and restrained but with ambiguous and tender eyes. She was green and beautiful, wearing a straw hat, but she was not related to her age. Appropriate clothes and makeup, under the shroud of dusk, are like an unpredictable cloud floating in the memory of many years later.
He once said to her, I love you, from the first time I saw you.
That year, she leaned on the railing of the boat, like summer dew, which may evaporate at any time, but it can turn into tears in my heart.
That year, in that old black car, he and her were sitting together, with only air between them. As the car bumped, his hand moved slowly, shaking a little, but it was difficult to suppress the temptation, until he firmly grasped her soft fingers with his broad palm. Those warm colors also began to fade slowly in the post movement. The girl's men's hat, unfit high heels, and inferior lipstick all seemed to have been painted with a different look.
He wanted to love her, but he seemed to dare not. She is too immature, like a bud, he knows that this kind of love is more like an unruly crime.
However, there is still a deal between them. Girls use their bodies to exchange money, and men use love transactions to escape. In this ancient oriental colony, he is a noble Chinese, but she is a poor Western girl.
"Come on, like how you loved other women before." The girl has a maturity that is not commensurate with her age. That kind of maturity even makes the tall man with small eyes appear a little tender and weak.
The surging light penetrates the room, throwing joy in this small space, and the pendulum that seems to be unstoppable hits the fragile hotbed.
And he and she both knew that they would not be able to get together after all, so this struggle revealed a kind of despair. All we can grasp is the brief entertainment in that little room in the noisy Chinatown! "That room is dark, surrounded by endless noises. With the hustle and bustle of the town, this foreign traveller reveals the ocean... I think its magnificence and unfathomableness... Then enter again and again. …We just cling to each other in this way, clinging to the hustle and bustle of the city." They embraced each other passionately, not thinking about anything except making love. The shouting outside the house was accompanied by their groans; the shadows of people coming and going were thrown in through the wooden latticed doors and windows...
He was married, and the wedding was full of red, like a red sacrifice, that red debauchery And solemn. But she was wearing a black hat and a gray skirt. It was so dark that it was completely sinking, and it was so gray that it seemed to carry rain with dark clouds.
It turns out that apart from desire, they have never had anything between each other.
This is an unspeakable love affair. There are sensual and financial transactions as well as unextricable obsessions. Like a candle in the wind, it is brilliant and may go out at any time.


She met him on the ferry, and parted from him on the ferry.
It was fate that allowed him and her to borrow a short period of their lives, but they were destined to be nothing but sweat and tears.
When the girl was about to leave, she came to the house again. Outside the house was the street, with the usual city sounds, a never-ending and vulgar life, and inside the house, the former Taoyuan had been covered with an icy cold. White cloth sheet. She lingered gently, watering the flowers on the window sill. The love that is stripped from life is finally not long-lasting, just like this flower will wither one day.
So she closed the door and left in the dark, leaving behind a house of memories.
When she finally left Vietnam by boat, that unusual and beautiful farewell and separation.
The boat slowly left the port and drifted away. She held back her tears and looked at the place where she once lived... She didn't expect him to come to see off, but suddenly saw the black car she was familiar with in the distance. Car!
The book wrote: "He is there, sitting far behind the car, the faintly visible figure, motionless, heart shattered..."
She leaned against the boat rail, as if she had met for the first time. She knew that he was looking at herself, and she was looking at him. In fact, she could not see him anymore, but she still looked at the shadow of the car, and finally she could not see anything again until the harbor was farther away, and the land was nowhere to be seen...
When Chopin 'S fourth ballad remembered that the sudden sadness flooded her heart like a flood. At this moment, she really cried, tears tore open the inner dam, and getting the crack was like a horizon that was drifting away, just like between her and him, getting farther and farther.
It turns out that sometimes love exists beyond desire. It's just that they never noticed each other.
She knows that she will break with this continent from now on, but she loves him. Duras said, "Infatuation is a devouring." And this kind of love will destroy a woman's life.
Like the beginning of the story, at the end of the movie, after many, many years after the war, he called her.
it's me.
Suddenly, his voice trembled.
As soon as she heard the voice, she knew it was him.
On the phone, he said to her that he still loved her as in the past, and he couldn't help but love her. He said that he loved her and would love her until he died.
"I am old" remember that Duras wrote at the beginning of the novel. At that time, her Chinese lover, "he", had passed away, and the Mekong River in Vietnam must still be flowing in an unchanging manner. The Mekong River The love story of Shangna has become the eternal text of the writer. Passion and frenzy are hidden between the lines, crossing the barriers of time and space, she is making love to "yesterday".
When a woman looks back on her youth when she has gray hair, she smiles calmly and kindly at the possibility of love and hatred, and time polishes and smoothes all extreme emotions.
It's different if it's a female writer. Those who love love more, and those who hate hate more.
For more than half a century, these memories showed a tunnel-like depth and a thunderbolt-like brightness, which could almost kill people.
In 1992, 78-year-old Duras was depressed after hearing of the death of her Chinese lover.
She wrote her love story with a Chinese lover half a century ago, and wrote "The Lover" again. This is "The Lover from North China".
Is it for money? She is 78 years old.
It's still nice, weird, and more concise.
People like Margaret Duras remember it all his life.
In the memory, everything in the past is alive.

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  • Zita 2022-03-17 09:01:06

    Every time I watch this movie, I want to go to Vietnam to see the Mekong River.

  • Elouise 2022-03-22 09:02:30

    I probably read other people's film reviews and knew that the male protagonist of the original work is relatively weak, but Tony Leung's acting was so good that he suppressed the feeling of cowardice. His acting skills are really good. From the first time he saw the heroine lighting a cigarette, his hands were shaking, to the heroine who didn't refuse him to get in the car and cigarettes normally, to lit cigarettes after the lingering, to unconsciously lighting cigarettes when faced with each other, every detail was revealed. His emotions changed.

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.