Soak up the movie. I actually prefer movie theaters, big movie theaters with old, hard wooden chairs. Now some people can't afford it, because they are afraid of spending a lot of money. When watching movies, they only care about their wallets and feel less about the movie itself. So, facing my little notebook that will not be broken, I watched a movie and typed words at the same time.
"August Photo Studio" is not the most touching thing I have seen these days, but I want to leave a few words for it. The girl (let's call her that, because she doesn't like to use the word "woman" very much, it's a bit heavy) has liked him for a long time, and made a lot of expressions. He didn't refuse, but he didn't admit it, and he didn't take the initiative to confess. pass. In this way, they did some small things without being together, and experienced some small touches with each other, until he closed the photo studio and disappeared. She waited and waited, smashed the glass, and left.
This is not a suspense film, there is no kidnapping, no time-travel, and no fantasy. He disappeared only because he was sick and died. There are no intense episodes - the lover's life and death, the dying can't forget their love, etc. He just took a posthumous photo of himself, and it turned into a photo. The unsent letter and the photo he took of her lay quietly in the shoebox, and she would never know.
I don't like Korean dramas because there are too many late-stage cancers and so on. It seems that they won't express their feelings unless they are forced to die. The dullness of life itself is the greatest setback in life. The blandness in this movie is as real as life itself. Cancer is treated in a low-key way. He has accepted the fact. There is no loud crash scene. Everything is silent and comfortable. In this way, happiness is easy It's real happiness, not happiness magnified by sadness.
I don't like to cry, I don't cry often, but I don't think that tears are a noble thing, not worth shedding casually. The night before yesterday, I saw "Brokeback Mountain" at 4 o'clock, just like when I watched Sicily, I cried silently. Flow for the silent love in life. This kind of emotion suppresses passion, and the inside of the heart is like thunder, but the surface is deep in ancient temples. Perhaps, the inner part of life is not as calm as the surface, but the stormy waves have faded here, as if there is a person who will be alone with you when the floating flowers and waves are all exhausted.
Life is to be with the people you love. If I live.
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