Since he was born, he has never encountered any good emotions, so he doesn't know how to learn to express good emotions. With that terrible nose, he went through love after love. "Every murder is a love affair, but what he loves is not beauty, but the smell of beauty." Every time the camera expresses Grenouille's sensitivity to smell, it becomes particularly affectionate and poetic. I don't know why, but I was deeply moved by this lens effect. See him hiding in love with Laura, behind the tombstone, in the labyrinth, in the shadows. He ran across the hills in search of his love, the smell of his love.
However, it was not until the execution ground, when he was faced with a grand group sex scene, that he finally realized. He thought of his first love, the woman with red hair and white skin like Laura, and he had an epiphany that love wasn't like that, it wasn't about collecting each other's scents. He thought of another possibility (it's a lot like "Lola Run" here), the first love woman uses her body to accommodate him, they can kiss, and he can caress her, just like the man and woman below (I noticed and women). This is love. People have the instinct to pursue love, just like people in Grasse, they will be inspired and bewitched by love.
So Grenouille went back to the place where he had first set foot in the world, where he was supposed to feel love for the first time - mother's love, so he felt it. He bewitched people with his deadly perfume, and he got love, deep and deadly love. I can understand this kind of love so much that I want to eat the other person, but love is not destruction, not collection. I prefer that love gradually dissipates, gradually disappears, and disappears after the richness of the first taste, the lingering lingering taste of the middle taste and the remoteness of the aftertaste.
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