. I woke up this morning to continue watching.
is a good movie.
So why fall asleep?
The most provocative and artistic explanation I've heard is this:
"Because I trust the director too much, it's like leaning on a lover's shoulder. It's too relaxed, so I can't help falling asleep."
Of course, the film is not nervous. Not exciting, slow and long, like you know,
all Abbas movies.
But really a good movie.
The heroine moved me.
It was a person whose life had been plundered. She tried her best to compete with life to the greatest extent possible.
For her, perhaps this competition was a short-term escape to travel with a writer she admired,
even if it was just a Afternoon, an evening.
But it was useless, life did not allow escape, troubles were chasing after
her, the calm elegance she tried to disguise gradually collapsed, she was irritable, angry, and exhausted.
If you ask her at this time: "What's wrong with your life? What's wrong with you?"
She will definitely answer you: "There is no problem in my life!"
Is it true that women are all like this, instinctively maintaining life The appearance of defending the last dignity?
And when she really relaxes, she will admit frankly, yes, there is a problem in my life,
a big problem, I didn't want to face it, because I know that the result of facing it is collapse.
Juliet Binoche is so good, her emotions jump between "little joy" and "big crash",
jumping so often, but so real, a lot of times, we are not just under the tears For a second,
wipe away your tears, show a smile, and tell others, ah, you are a beautiful couple and you will definitely be happy,
Even if my own marriage is already a mess.
The smile is real, because even if you are disheartened, your heart is still sensitive, and you
cannot turn a blind eye to the little beauty and happiness in front of you.
What about men?
Men think they know a lot of truth and have a lot of truth in their hands.
He always wants to break through the many small atmospheres and surprises created by women, he does not appreciate it, and it is difficult to please.
These thorns of his pierced the woman's shell again and again, creating many gaps,
forcing out her true self and the truth of her life.
Forcing her to be no longer graceful, but shouting: "Your truths, only live in books!" The
story begins to be interesting from here.
They were sitting in a cafe, and the old Italian lady who sold coffee said firmly:
"He is really a good husband." The
woman was amused: "Why do you think he is a good husband?"
She told the man this misunderstanding, and they all It was fun, so subconsciously,
they began to play a couple, a couple who had been married for fifteen years, had a son, and loved each other and hated each other.
So quarrels, half-truth quarrels, gradually serious quarrels, quite devoted quarrels.
In the case of a real couple, these fights are boring and ordinary,
but they are not. So every little detail becomes important because they are constantly exposed.
Exposing yourself, exposing real life, exposing the most essential part of being a man and a woman,
you gradually see the truth about men and women:
In fact, all problems are the same, all men and women are and will be.
In their quarrel, the details of accusing each other are true, from their respective lives,
because there must be one party not involved, so the details can be said to be false, but the emotions are true.
The scenes are real, the time together is fake, the memories are real, the shared memories are fake, the
emotions are real, no, the feelings towards each other are fake, but, are they really fake?
This is the most interesting part of the movie.
It has become increasingly difficult to distinguish between true and false, and there is no need to distinguish.
The movie doesn't just tell you the gist of the movie in the first scene:
a perfect fake is more precious than the real one.
Wasn't the marriage they performed this afternoon a real marriage?
Isn't this afternoon a full fifteen years?
So, at the end of the movie, the sky was getting dark, and they were in the small room of the honeymoon that year, and the
atmosphere gradually became sweet and ambiguous. She claimed to smell the smell he left on the pillow.
You feel touched and tender, some kind of comfort, whether it's from your tired husband or from a stranger,
it doesn't matter anymore, what matters is that at this moment, that kind of temperature is real,
you touch, you feel.
Yes, maybe you will think like me when you get here, this is a good movie,
as Abbas said: "Let them ride a rocket and you chase me,
I just want to listen to the heart of the world quietly. , until it stops beating."
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