I like Charlotte who sits on the windowsill and looks out; Charlotte who runs with Harris. Charlotte, who was overwhelmed by the hot pot menu, was lying on the bed and said "I'm so mean," Charlotte, who was wearing a pink wig in the KTV, smiled and asked Harris if he bought a Porsche Charlotte, Charlotte stood on tiptoe and kissed him. All Charlotte.
I like Harris, who stands out in the elevator, Harris who is at a loss for sensual Japanese women, Harris who constantly remakes red wine ads, and Harris who stuffs a note to her from the crack of the door in the middle of the night, in the noisy street Harris who went to call his wife and children, Harris who sang nervously, Harris who stubbornly sent her to the hospital, Harris who whispered to her in the busy street. All Harris.
During the long holiday of November in 2009, I found this film in a folder that I named "Damn, why don't you come?" Later, when I saw the sentence on the movie poster, everyone was looking forward to it. found. I laughed. At that time, I could still walk eight streets to eat an authentic grilled cold noodles, stay up late to two o’clock and do a geometric analysis, hide the pale emergency light in the quilt to watch the biography of Su Dongpo, and chat with my classmates in the school history gallery. , Speaking loudly with my mother was very noisy. In less than two years, I can still do these things, but 2011 is no longer 2009. I will never find it.
I vaguely remember the red-haired woman who was singing at the bar and the morning after Harris ONS, Xia came to him. I still couldn't read his eyes. Was there a moment when he cared about her very, very much?
At the end of the film, it should be Tokyo in late autumn. I burst into tears at the moment I hugged.
Some people say that the content of that whisper is, keep writing, let us be the story.
Let us be the story.
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