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Eduardo 2022-04-19 09:02:38
Should we believe in love
Movie name: "L'amant" Release time: 1992 Chinese translation: "Lover" Director: Jean Jacques Annaud (Jean Jacques Arnaud) Original book: Marguerite Duras Version: 115min version Subtitle: Dole Never seen a girl who would wear a men's hat, standing on the side of the boat, her hair blown by the sea...
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Barrett 2022-01-13 08:02:05
Just a few words
I don't know if I can say that, "Lover" and Dulas have been subjected to a strong and turbulent wave of misreading today.
The lust between Chinese men and French girls. It is not so much lust as it is their thirst for life.
Because of fear.
The fear of one's own existence is meaningless and without...

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Deja 2022-03-23 09:02:50
The heroine is flawlessly beautiful, the plot is depressing and educational, and girls should watch it.
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Roberta 2022-03-23 09:02:50
It's particularly annoying to Duras, but this film almost made me ejaculate. Why, because the heroine's feet are so ugly but so sexy, I can't help but want to be corrupted by girls. The part of touching your hands in the car is so sweaty, it makes people think about it, give this girl a high score! (Additionally: Leung Ka Fai's nipples are really black and big, are they heavy on feelings?)
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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."