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Brook 2022-04-23 07:02:25
i love you because i understand you
I think when I watched it for the first time, I already understood Grandpa's love for anna. The second time, I understood my grandfather's love for my grandmother.
Anna has always lived elegantly and dignifiedly, playing the violin, playing the piano, and going to concerts with her grandfather...and...
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Adell 2021-12-18 08:01:03
Interpretation of Haneke's "Love"
At the 65th Cannes Film Festival Awards Gala this year, when the host announced that the best film Palme d'Or was won by Michael Haneke's "Love", the audience stood up and thunderous applause lasted. It is said that this is the longest applause in Cannes in recent years. Director...
Alexandre Tharaud
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Talia 2022-03-30 09:01:04
In this movie with no exterior scenes and the camera always stubbornly going back and forth indoors, the intrusion of pigeons from the patio brought the most incredible scene. The old man picked up the blanket and walked over. When people thought that he would treat the foreign guest like he would kill his wife with a pillow, he lowered his head and caressed gently. The pigeon is transformed into a wife, as if he released it at the end, as if the wife "resurrected" and walked out through the front door.
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Dee 2022-03-29 09:01:03
Haneke's level was only maintained for about thirty minutes, and the last ten minutes felt contrived. The place where the old lady suffocated can be handled better. Disappointing, three and a half stars, the old lady played really strong.
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Anne: What would you say if no one came to your funeral?
Georges: Nothing, presumably.
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Georges: [telling a childhood memory] ... some banal romance or other about a nobleman and a lower middle-class girl who couldn't have each other and who then, out of sheer magnanimity, decide to renounce their love - in fact, I don't quite remember it any more. In any case, afterwards I was thoroughly distraught, and it took me a bit of time to calm down. In the courtyard of the house where grandma lived, there was a young guy at the window who asked me where I'd been. He was a couple of years older than me, a braggart who really impressed me. "To the movies," I said, because I was proud that my grandma had given me the money to go all alone to the cinema. "What did you see?" I started to tell him the story of the movie, and as I did, all the emotion came back. I didn't want to cry in front of the boy, but it was impossible; there I was, crying out loud in the courtyard, and I told him the whole drama to the bitter end.
Anne: So? How did he react?
Georges: No idea. He probably found it amusing. I don't remember. I don't remember the film either. But I remember the feeling. That I was ashamed of crying, but that telling him the story made all my feelings and tears come back, almost more powerfully than when I was actually watching the film, and that I just couldn't stop.
