It grabbed my heartbeat. I haven't felt this way for a long time, and vision is not the source of the shock. There is even a kind of unease that can't keep up with the plot. I don't know what will happen in the next shot, so I'm afraid for no reason.
In the beginning it was war. Dust, landmines, jeeps driving tuk-tuk and disappearing in a blink of an eye, don't know when they will die. It turns out that dead words can be so naked that there is no substitute for soft words. It is a bright red tragic death. So close, so easy, so vigorous and unbearable to watch, but it happened in an unexpected second. Taking away the most precious things from people may be the truest expression of war.
Nurse H said that she did not fall in love with British patients, but fell in love with the past. British patients love the past as deeply, as if the time to wake up in the past is short. Goddess K lives in the past, perhaps waiting for her favorite person in heaven. What attracted him was her initial fearlessness. They tell stories to each other and comfort each other. The vast desert looked at each other with dismayed faces and smiled. Realize that each other is unusual as it is so dangerous.
How can you know what's behind the stars?
When the sand and dust hit the universe and nearly destroyed it, she leaned in the car and gently caressed her hair unconsciously.
How can you resist the huge contrast between cruelty and softness.
K asked softly: should we be all right?
He could only say, yes, yes.
Affection is a tragedy, and it must be read in a sentence; betrayal is compared to betrayal of pure love, and I don't know who wins and who loses in this war. The cruelty of the mind is no different from the cruelty of the body. David's fingers were cut off, the bodies of bloodied people, the cold barrels of the guns, it was hard to tell right from wrong, at least it was a dead knot that couldn't be opened at the time, misunderstood one connected to the other and turned into a perfect chain, the more you struggled, the tighter it became; Beauty, the snow-white dress is so dusty and suffocating against the gray-yellow background, and the bare skin is a sign of anxiety. At this moment, under the ubiquitous danger, I can't wait to wrap every inch tightly, as if it can be invulnerable.
- I heard your breathing and thought it was raining.
I long for rain.
I'm running out of time anyway, and I long for the rain to caress my face.
what is love?
I've been watching you after the garden party, why are you still smiling after you've fallen?
Confusion is the beginning of tragedy. "What do you hate most?" He replied, "Hate possession and being possessed the most." If you always hate what you hate, maybe this road won't go all the way to darkness. And a person appears, gets confused and then gives up, and is willing to do whatever he complains about. So it was wrong from the start. After walking out of the desert and getting a moment of cleansing, he asked K in the bathroom, when were you most happy? K took, now. Then, when were you least happy? K hesitated, but still answered, now.
Oscar. This aura is strong. Juliet Binoche. This temperament love. No more wasted second, running shots and plot. I don't know anything about CGI and framing, but to the naked eye it's been a lot of fun. I haven't seen such good love in a long time. Especially in such a terrible war.
It doesn't matter who the murderer is.
The last little memory, standing on the edge of the cliff holding the body of the lover, it really stood against the wind. She said she dreams of a grand funeral, but this icy cave is her final destination. No one broke their promise. In the tragic era, sticking to it does not mean that you will be able to keep the one you love. Betrayals in war
are childlike compared with our betrayals during peace. New lovers are nervous and tender, but smash everything — for the heart is an organ of fire
.
It's terrible, and love is precious.
The last moment of the film finally hears the soft piano sound. It was not stopped by the bomb disposal center because of danger, and the flow continued like a river. Being able to endure this excitement is an attempt to be gentle. Finally became a British patient, lost an identity, lost a soul that has been loved for a long time, leaving blank memories and burnt faces.
It must be so painful, I can't move.
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