Everyone has their own chocolate

Emma 2022-04-21 09:01:31

The cunning north wind brought foreign women and brought new vitality to this ancient town.
Another sly north wind sent wandering gypsies, bringing Vianne a man who could not read his taste.
The last gust of north wind failed to take Wei An away. This woman who lived everywhere finally came to the

theme spirit of the film of the slightly wet summer wind in the south. Others have said too much, too good, I just want to talk about the movie The warmth:
Amanda, who suffers from diabetes, still lives as she likes, drinking hot chocolate she likes, dancing the dance she wants to dance, this old lady who is occasionally stubborn, still a little choked up when she receives a gift from her little grandson Said: I painted myself too young. The priest in front of the tomb said: Although I don't know her dying wish... But I think she wants to get along with her little grandson, and Wei An has helped her to fulfill it. The only regret is the estrangement with her daughter Caroline. The moment I looked at my tearful daughter while dancing by the river, I thought maybe a little relieved, because eventually Caroline started fixing her husband's bike for her son, decided to give her son freedom, and the old lady ended up in the rocking chair at home Passing away in her sleep should be a joy. Wei An let her be with her beloved little grandson at the last moment of her life, dancing recklessly with the passion in her heart. Just like what she said to Vivian before the party: after the party, she will go to the nursing home, willing to go, but she is reluctant. After walking the last leg of her life in the company of her little grandson, why not

be happy Josephine She, who has been domestically abused by her husband for a long time, has long been accustomed to shrinking and hiding behind people, hiding in dark corners. If she hadn't walked into Wei An's chocolate shop, perhaps her whole life would have been destined to be silent in a place where no one would notice. death, no one cares. It was Vianne who made her blossom into a new self, learning to make chocolate, learning to see herself again, without having to live under her husband's control. When her husband begged her for forgiveness while holding flowers in neat clothes, she was moved and felt her real existence, forgiving him but not going back, just as she said: everything is no longer the same as before. She can finally get rid of her husband's shadow, live in the light, and find her own rose cream chocolate

Rox, every time we meet, she will bring him different flavors of chocolate. He always swallows it with a smile, chews it slowly, and shakes his head gently: This is not my favorite flavor, she always has a frozen expression for a moment. Then he smiled faintly. He repaired the door for her, but there were always small flaws. He would smile and say that it would be repaired next time, and the vague smell of ambiguity spread in the aroma of chocolate.
Aside from the profound connotation and serious spirit of the movie, this is a warm movie. When a wandering woman meets a wandering man

watching a movie, it reminds me of Huang Xiaohu's song: A glass of red wine with a movie is closed on weekend nights The phone sits comfortably on the sofa. The quiet exotic town, the charming exotic woman, the fragrant chocolate, come on, guests from afar, taste the passionate chocolate, does it fit your mood at the moment?

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Chocolat quotes

  • [Anouk has come home from school upset]

    Vianne Rocher: Anouk, just tell me what happened.

    Anouk Rocher: Are you Satan's helper?

    Vianne Rocher: Well, it... it's not easy, being different.

    Anouk Rocher: Why can't we go to church?

    Vianne Rocher: Well, you can if you want... but it won't make things easier.

    Anouk Rocher: Why can't you wear black shoes like the other mothers?

  • Vianne Rocher: Things could be different for you, Josephine. Serge doesn't run the world.

    Josephine: He might as well.

    Vianne Rocher: Is that what you believe?

    Josephine: I know it.

    Vianne Rocher: Oh. Well, then it must be... must be true. My mistake.