The word "love" is on the lips

Bradford 2022-03-25 09:01:18

I watched this movie three times. The characters' faces, names, and characteristics are not remembered until the third pass. I think the director was deliberately vague.
The director also directed another drama, HBO's Looking. That play made me fall in love with San Francisco.
In fact, emotional matters are very small and subtle. The nuances of the lines make people watch it many, many times.
Blank in the movie. Unusual Britain. Never ambiguous shades. Love is like vodka diluted in a cocktail. Refused to say the word love. Ambiguity makes people feel wronged.
The most memorable scene is the farewell on the platform. glen said to russell, i couldn't remember your surname. Then I stuffed him with a cassette tape of the chat after the first day.
Saying the word love before saying goodbye, and keeping the words of Glenn, will the movie make people feel that although it is cliché, it is also comfortable?
However, it is precisely the unspoken word "love" that makes people remember this movie all the time. This murmured dialogue, a blurry look.
In the final theme song, the lyrics seem to be just a display of nouns. Every sentence in my heart is "I miss you" "I miss you".

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Extended Reading
  • Meta 2022-03-19 09:01:07

    In two days, we seem to have met for a century.

  • Cassandra 2022-03-20 09:02:32

    A / If a rigid concept of boundaries is presupposed, then the film can only show or be trapped in boundaries. But the boundaries that Hagrid portrayed in this work are constantly floating and looming. Starting from the tilt of the building under the street slope when the title was released, the film enters a "life" world where many sounds and distortions of perspective coexist. Heterosexual couples breaking into the fixed camera, gay couples walking into the swimming pool through the slow mirror, and even unstoppable voices blocked by their figures in the swaying subway space... They are all indifferent but still The strange feeling of the diaphragm breaks the "room" created by the camera for the protagonist. But Hagrid doesn't stop at smoothing this coexistence. He repeatedly rubs the feeling with intimate and improvised exchanges, affirming that its plain density collides with its "reasonable" form. In the end, this split identity experience is wrapped up in a clumsy way of acting, turning into a wisp of smoke drifting in the distance outside the window.

Weekend quotes

  • Russell: I moved around in foster homes until I was about sixteen.

    Glen: [softly] Mm-hm. Fuck.

    Russell: Met my best mate there, Jamie, when we were twelve. Erm yeah, it was nice, we just went around as a pair.

    Glen: Fucking hell. What was it like?

    Russell: What?

    Glen: Being "in care".

    Russell: It was fine. I mean, I wasn't abused or anything.

    Glen: Shame, you should've got a refund. Do they know about you?

    Russell: Who?

    Glen: Jamie?

    Russell: Yeah. I'm like his brother really. Everyone knows about me of my friends. Close ones, anyway.

    Glen: [Glen starts snickering, bit ashamed]

    Russell: What? What?

    Glen: [snickers] Is it really wrong that I find the whole orphan thing pretty sexy?

    [laughs out loud]

    Russell: [smilingly] O my god. What's wrong with you?

  • Glen: It's like when you've had the same friends for too long, they become like - Everything becomes cemented.

    Russell: What? And that's a bad thing, is it?

    Glen: Of course, it's a bad thing. I don't want to be in fucking concrete, thank you very much.

    Glen: It's like they won't let you, they won't let you be any version of yourself except an old version, or the version that they want you to be.