Let’s start with the first story:
Countless men and women flock to the most famous dance floor in Paris, and the mesmerizing long shots follow these men and women who are completely unbridled, unrestrained and carnival. After a while, a dancer with a black mask on his face burst into the dance floor, dancing more frantically than all the dancers before, but gradually staggered until he fell to the ground because of his exhaustion. People hurriedly invited a doctor for him. The doctor took off the mysterious mask and saw that it was a "bad old man" who was already old and fading. Later, the audience learned from his wife that the old man was young. At that time, he was a peerless "dance prince". Because he couldn't let go of his good times, he always wandered in various dance venues. Almost every time he was exhausted, and he had to die.
Poetic, romantic, and also a sad story... The
second story: A prostitute in a small brothel in a medium-sized French city, with a group of "employees" under him, went on vacation to his brother's house in a small village for a day.
(A typical French sketch).
From time to time, I mocked the lecherous habits of the French (the elder brother kissed every sister's "employee" passionately, and the younger sister came out angrily "you don't need to kiss everyone").
The "super-scale" of French morality is also the object of the director's ridicule: (Prayer before meals: Brother prays that the business of the sister's brothel is getting better! )
But no matter how the director makes fun of the flaws in the national character of the country, the French have no way of questioning their devotion to God (the elder brother, the commander, the younger sister, and her whole group waited to go to church to worship, and they winked with a few prostitutes before the service, but religious The music started, the priest started preaching..., everyone fell silent, and some even burst into tears...)
The third paragraph is the more mediocre of the three stories. A young artist wanders between two lovers, and in the end, just because of one of them, the woman who wants to die for her love fails, but instead breaks her legs. The artist found his conscience and finally chose this woman. I don't like this story very much, (or do not like this view of life and love)
(what the director wants to express here should be the so-called "life is impermanent, love is impermanent").
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