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Edmond 2022-04-23 07:01:31
The Sexual Desires Who Rule the World and the Killers Who Lack Desires
Tom Tykwer's cinematic attempt to convey the sense of smell is impressive. The picture has a classical texture and tone and also performs well, but the director who started with post-modern styles such as "Lola Run" is indulged in the classical and delicate scenes here and forgets that the plot is...
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Gerson 2022-04-23 07:01:31
Fragrance originates from the whole of human nature
Perfume——The Total Victory and Failure of
Genius Genius is doomed to failure from a certain point of view, which is more obvious than his victory, but in "Perfume" I prefer to believe that failure is just a kind of ordinary people. Consolation, victory is the keynote.
Genius is probably the work of...
Núria Casas
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Donnell 2022-04-24 07:01:04
What the male protagonist wants to pursue is nothing but the ultimate beauty in art, which cannot be criticized with morals, ethics, and general principles. After finally owning the unique perfume in the world, he finds that he has lost everything. The world feels the pinnacle of erotic desire in perfume, but he alone has no ability to love and be loved, and eventually he is destroyed.
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Fletcher 2022-03-24 09:01:29
This child has no time to worry about human rights. We also ignore right and wrong in our bones, but dare not do it. When the carnival ends, we put on rotten clothes in embarrassment and live as Taoist priests.
Perfume: The Story of a Murderer quotes
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Narrator: In the period of which we speak, there reigned in the cities a stench barely conceivable to us modern men and women. Naturally, the stench was foulest in Paris, for Paris was the largest city in Europe. And nowhere in Paris was that stench more profoundly repugnant than in the city's fish-market. It was here then, on the most putrid spot in the whole kingdom, that Jean-Baptiste Grenouille was born on the 17th of July, 1738. It was his mother's fifth birth: she delivered them all here under her fish-stand, and all had been stillbirths or semi-stillbirths. And by evening the whole mess had been shoveled away with the fish-guts into the river. It would be much the same today, but then... Jean-Baptiste chose differently.
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Antoine Richis: Forgive me... my son.
