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Mabelle 2022-09-09 19:37:34
The murder case in the swimming pool completely analyzes the whole drama, allowing you to understand Swimming Pool
First of all, this film is indeed a combination of reality and fiction, an interweaving of reality and fiction.
In fact, there are not many dialogues in this film. It is more about the pictures and the details of the characters' movements.
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Kaitlin 2022-09-25 06:01:21
More ridiculous than the movie is the Chinese translation
1. "Past certain age, a man without a family can be a bad thing." That applies to women as well. I saw erotic fantasies, naive jealousy and suppressed desires of this middle-aged woman, in addition to the depressing dilapidation and disconcerting music. 2. The narrative delicacy (or should I say...
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Sarah Morton: When someone keeps an entire part of their life secret from you, it's fascinating and frightening.
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Julie: [sauntering over to Sarah's lounge chair, bikini bottom without the top, long legs, bare breasts, charming raw European accent] You not too hot?
[the older woman wakes up, startled]
Julie: Sorry I woke you up.
Sarah Morton: [composing herself] No.
[sitting up]
Sarah Morton: I was just dozing.
Julie: [soft laugh, casually sitting down flat next to Sarah's deck chair, not at all mindful of her lack of dress] You must be working too hard. You should take a swim in the pool. The water is cold. It will wake you up.
Sarah Morton: Ah, well, thank you for your advice, but I absolutely loathe swimming pools.
Julie: Yeah, I know what you mean. I prefer the sea too. The ocean,
[smiling fondly]
Julie: the crashing waves, that feeling of danger that you could loose footing and be swept away... Pools are boring, there's no excitement, its just a big bathtub.
Sarah Morton: [coldly summing up] It's more like a cesspool of living bacteria.
Julie: [looking back, clearly more optimistic about life] Oh that? No, it's just a bit of dirt and leaves.
[Sarah nods, unconvinced, set in her ways]
Julie: So, what are you writing? A romance novel?
Sarah Morton: [smirks at the very thought] God, no, I write crime fiction.
Julie: Oh, yeah.
[disapprovingly:]
Julie: That's how he makes his money.
Sarah Morton: [haughtily] And that's how he can afford to buy a beautiful house in France for his daughter to enjoy.
Julie: [slight frown, reminded of her status as Daddy's girl] What about you? Are your books selling well?
Sarah Morton: [grimly] I can't complain.
Julie: [chummily] What is this one about?
Sarah Morton: [as if to quell her enthusiasm by pouring cold water over her] Murders. And the police investigation.
Julie: [giggling] In the Luberon? With rich English stories?
Sarah Morton: [her impatience now all-out] Listen, if you don't mind, I do have work to do.
Julie: Okay! I leave you alone, Miss Marple. I need to make some phone calls anyway.
[walks off, her wedge heels clattering, leaving Sarah to the emptiness of her departure]
