Memories that fade away in life.

Kiley 2022-03-21 09:02:49

Many times I wonder if my lover when I was young, even if I forgot his appearance and his voice, he will not forget the stories that once existed.

The girl's first love is psychedelic, and about the yellow-skinned Chinese man, she has never forgotten for a moment the war, marriage, childbirth, and stable life. The man told her in Paris, after so many years, I still love you. The girl is silent.

Is not a person's life, only lovely one person. Then when I was young, I never really loved any man. There are too many factors in it, friendship, misunderstanding, and other emotions, plus it is an impatient idle character.

How can it last.

In 1991, Leung Ka Fai had an unusually sexy image and silent and melancholy eyes. The film reviewer of the movie "The Lover" said that through his eccentric, cool, desperate, sticky, and sensual performances, he completed the mysterious imagination of people (especially Westerners) for Eastern men. Leung Ka Fai brilliantly interprets the feeling Duras wanted in this film: What tied me to that Chinese lover? Money, cars, drivers, and the sensual smell of pressing silk, and his skin, his lover's skin.

In "Ruan Lingyu", he played director Cai Chusheng, the last hope that Ruan had to seize before his death. His scenes are not many, but the scenes are wonderful, such as his silence and shyness when he first met Ruan, his concentration and melancholy when he directed the play for Ruan, the contradiction of silently rejecting Ruan Lingyu, and the final confession in front of Ruan Lingyuling, It made me indulge, marvel, and cry.

Maybe some actors belong to only one era, maybe Leung Ka Fai belongs to 1991. At that time, he was the most perfect and moving. Before this time, or after this time, he did not have or lost the perfection in his mind.

At this time, Leung Ka Fai's face concentrated everything that moved women: approachable handsome, safe eyes, untouchable melancholy, and heart-warming sexy, you and him completed an imaginary love on the screen , and then, when you walk out of the theater, he is already in your heart.

This is what Annie wrote, and I always remember those shots of the girl with braids, in a loose old silk-satin dress, lying on the railing of the boat, her lips smeared with poignant lipstick. She took off her clothes and curled up her flower-like body in the dark light. Desperate eyes, angry roars, in the middle of the rainy night, wearing a raincoat and waiting alone in an empty room, that man is about to become someone else's husband, parting is just around the corner...

I have to say that Annie did have an impact on me, although Many friends say that Annie is poison. laugh. But I fell willingly into her words. Sudden pain.

Lover, indelible memory. Only the shadowy shadow, or rather, the eyes, remained.

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Extended Reading
  • Eloy 2022-03-18 09:01:05

    Absolute love and despair of all the huge gaps in country, age, class, and status

  • Layla 2022-03-27 09:01:15

    Whether it is the book or the movie, I don't like it very much. But I really want to lie on the ground naked with my lover like in the movie, and feel the summer heat freely.

The Lover quotes

  • [last lines]

    Narrator: Years after the war, after the marriages, the children, the divorces, the books, he had come to Paris with his wife. He had phoned her. He was intimidated; his voice trembled, and with the trembling it had found the accent of China again. He knew she'd begun writing books. He had also heard about the younger brother's death. He had been sad for her. And then he had no more to tell her. And then he told her - he had told her that it was as before, that he still loved her, that he would never stop loving her, that he would love her until his death.

  • 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."