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Haven 2022-04-22 07:01:45
Don't tell the love that doesn't need to be emphasized
Duras reminds me of Li Shangyin. The words have their own ambiguity, which can be thought or guessed by others, but people's minds can drift far away.
The girl in "The Lover from North China" is so heartbreaking. The self in Duras's eyes, the girl's appearance, is not only beautiful, but also the... -
Cassandra 2022-04-19 09:02:38
I can't wait in my whole life to say "I love you"
It's actually another good film that was delayed by erotic gimmicks! Aside from this angle, what is more worthy of attention is its significance in literature and love.
At the beginning of the film, the picture of the Mekong River slowly opened the prelude to the story, and the old woman in her...
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Rosie 2022-03-23 09:02:50
Leung Ka Fai thought he was ugly when I first saw him many years ago... I was blind then
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Alia 2022-03-20 09:02:26
Walking through a city, falling in love with someone you shouldn't fall in love with, pretending to say goodbye peacefully. Whether it is Saigon, the Indian Ocean or Paris, whether it is New Delhi, Edinburgh or Boston. After many years, the stars have changed and the old man has gone. The world is changeable and things are vicissitudes of life. But there is still a Chinese man who silently thinks about her for decades until the end of life. Lovers are not prostitutes and sluts. Lovers are just naive fantasies developed outside the world.
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Narrator: Years after the war, after the marriages, the children, the divorces, the books, he had come to Paris with his wife. He had phoned her. He was intimidated; his voice trembled, and with the trembling it had found the accent of China again. He knew she'd begun writing books. He had also heard about the younger brother's death. He had been sad for her. And then he had no more to tell her. And then he told her - he had told her that it was as before, that he still loved her, that he would never stop loving her, that he would love her until his death.
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Narrator: "Now and then I go back to the house in Sadek. To the horror of the house in Sadek. It's an unbearable place. It's close to death. A place of violence of pain of despair, of dishonour... But it's in this family's dryness in it's incredible harshness that I am the most deeply assured in myself. In the deepest of my essential certainties, all common history of ruin and shame, of love and hate is in my flesh."
