The end of love is death

Haven 2022-03-21 09:02:39

First encounters are always good:

Love, as one of the most beautiful feelings in the world, may not be one of them. It begins with love at first sight, driven by hormones, and continues to burst into a large amount of dopamine. Men and women enjoy the lingering and tenderness. Every second is a walk in heaven without reservation. To explore the inner universe of the people around you, any good words will be eclipsed when describing them. At that time, we can believe that the time is long, the sea is dead, and the stone is rotten. The parties are sincere and wholehearted. A chance encounter on a tram, an encounter through a hard-to-find restaurant, a perfect blend of soul and body, this is the most beautiful appearance of love.

The bitter moon outside the window:

The development of everything in the world follows the law of decay, and time and space act as catalysts. After the peak of emotional development, it goes down sharply. Lust delays the expiration of love, but it cannot be maintained for a long time. When the inner emotional gap is filled, The novelty is no longer any more, and the endless efforts can not ease the whereabouts. Blindly compromising and compromising, on the contrary, it intensifies the disgust and disgust of each other. The more the heart hurts, the more ruthlessly abandoned, the only feelings left to him are bruised and bruised. Modern people like to express their emotions with the carnival of a group of people as their own loneliness, and the greatest sorrow is to gain and then lose. The past is as beautiful as the reality is as cruel.

Love is pushed to death step by step:

After the peak of love, it returns to dullness. We think it is too tasteless, and we like to pursue novelty. This mountain looks at that mountain high, and the sinking of the pursuit of sensuality brings endless emptiness. We can only find existence by torturing each other, "I love You" need to be verified through every thing, every action, every expression, because love is selfish, possessive, and insecure. In love, we give ourselves to each other without reservation, and we need to get each other from time to time. Only by responding to the feedback can you feel at ease. Once the balance is tilted, it will enter a vicious circle of obtaining "care" through malicious revenge. Love has lost its original beauty. Time has passed, how can we stay in place, begging for the original "we", only death can Leave. With the sound of the gunshot, they were more like liberated, and their love fell step by step, and they built their layers of cages, suffocating them.

Regarding love and marriage, Polanski explained the true meaning of life and the cruel truth through this film. Compared with other romantic fairy tales, I am more inclined to recognize the former. The film should be a sublimation of real life, but it is a pity, He can't give the best answer either.

Maybe, everyone has their own optimal solution.

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Extended Reading
  • Santos 2022-03-28 09:01:07

    About the sweetness and cruelty of love, about the freedom and black hole of not loving. Not only want the short-term happiness of the body, but also want to be together forever in the soul. They want both fresh adventure and familiarity. I want to test tolerance, but I can't help being jealous. Yes, you are too greedy. We all can't love.

  • Gerardo 2022-03-27 09:01:14

    It's a good movie, and reminds me of Wang Shuo's novel "If You Get Addicted, You Die". Of the four protagonists, two males are very good, Hugh Grant is especially suitable for this kind of role, Mimi's role is too weak, and Kristin's role is too few. Emmanuelle Seigner can be considered a beautiful woman, but her expression is as dull as Guo Jingjing's classmate. How could Polanski like her.

Bitter Moon quotes

  • Oscar: [Mimi is eating croissants and drinking milk straight from the bottle] Do you have to drink it that way? Why can't you use a glass ?

    Mimi: Whats the difference it tastes the same ?

    Oscar: It doesn't look the same.

    Mimi: Ola la I didn't know you were so delicate.

    Oscar: What do you mean delicate ?

    Mimi: I mean delicate.

    Oscar: I know what you mean but it's just not the right word in English. If you don't know the right word in English say it in French.

    Mimi: I don't say it in French because your French isn't good enough.

    Oscar: It's better than your English.

    Mimi: After all these years in Paris so it should be. Maybe your English isn't that good enough either, maybe that's why no one wants to publish your books.

    Oscar: So now you are literary agent? That's great coming from a waitress.

    Mimi: I am not a waitress I am a dancer.

    Oscar: Dancer to hell! You would still be begging tips if I hadn't picked you up from that fucking restaurant.

    [Mimi stone faced throws the bottle of milk at Oscar and rushes out with Oscar in hot pursuit. He grabs her by the hair and slaps her hard and she falls to the floor]

  • Nigel: Why do you think I want to hear it? I still don't know what gives you the idea that I enjoy being used as a rubbish-dump for your unsavory reminiscences?

    Oscar: Don't you? Don't you really, Nigel?