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Florence 2022-01-12 08:01:10
Miscellaneous thoughts
Compared to watching the first three parts, this one is at least focused on. These films all seem to have a similar sense of strangeness, which may be some of the characteristics of French high-quality films, but I don't know what high-quality films are. The book says that Orpheus’s films are...
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Felipe 2022-01-12 08:01:10
Welcome to this carnival on earth
"Children in Paradise" is carnival from beginning to end. The beginning of the film is a carnival, and the end of the film is a carnival. At the beginning, the mime actor Baptiste met the glamorous beauty Garance Garance in the carnival. At the end, Baptiste lost Garance in the crowd.
LacenaireThis...
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Matilde 2022-03-26 09:01:10
No art design for a movie can be done so well. Children of heaven means the poor audience in the top row of the theater.
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Brionna 2022-03-15 09:01:05
They all talk about love in a set, but they only remember that “memories will rush to your throat like a mad dog.” When they went out, they encountered the first heavy snowfall of the new year.
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Baptiste: I still love you. I always have. And you, Garance? No, don't answer. I won't ask for anything. You're here. That's all that matters. Here, alive in my arms, like the first time. No, I ask for nothing. Only - the warmth of your body against my body, this mouth of yours. These eyes of yours.
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Édouard, Count de Montray: How do you ply your talents these days?
Pierre-François Lacenaire: Since you ask, I'm putting the finishing touches on something that will cause a sensation.
Édouard, Count de Montray: A tragedy, no doubt.
Pierre-François Lacenaire: No, a comedy, a farce. Or a tragedy, if you prefer. It's all the same. There's no difference. Or very little. For example, if a king is deceived, it's a tragedy of infidelity. He's deceived not by his wife...
Frederick: But by Fate.
Pierre-François Lacenaire: Yes, Fate. But if it's a poor devil like you or me, Monsieur de Montray - and I use "me" as a figure of speech - it's no longer a tragedy, but mere buffoonery, a sorry tale of cuckolds.
