First of all, I don't like the translation of the movie name. It's not about picking a girl from the 3 to settle down, it's about love being a journey, and growing from a man to true manhood.
I have always been fascinated with the stories of NYC, the city of miracles. Sam Anderson wrote in “The hearts of New York” as—
"If you have been to New York City, for any length of time — if your body has occupied space on any of its sprawling islands — you will have been immersed in this enormous civic love-fest. The romance drifts around like fog. Not “romance,” of course, in the old-fashioned, idealized sense of the word — perfectly appointed young couples twirling blissfully through the streets while doormen and butchers erupt into song. Real-world love does not require youth or choreography or even necessarily couples . Love is ambient and omnidirectional, as tough as lichen and as flexible as a flock of pigeons; it finds its own forms. Stroll for 20 minutes anywhere in the modern city, and you will pass human beings engaged in love in all its many phases : kindling, growing, surging, peaking, stalling and receding.
Even if you happen to be totally oblivious to all of this, walking around with your earbuds in, you are still a part of it, a member of the supporting cast — one thread in the tight weave of bodies and voices and gazes that make up the city. You will be an unwitting witness to good dates and bad dates, to the fluid beginnings of relationships and their solid, absolute ends. Perhaps you will be the woman at the hardware store looking at ⅜-inch screws at precisely the moment that the kid carrying the skateboard makes his 13th terrible joke in a row, causing his date to turn abruptly and walk away, never to return. Maybe you will be the man at the next table in the crowded restaurant who overhears the embarrassing revelation that leads to the embarrassing counterrevelation that leads to the end of the affair that saves the teetering second marriage.Or you will be standing under your umbrella near a fountain when a young man in the distance suddenly kneels, on the dirty pavement, inside a heart of plastic roses, to propose. For someone, somewhere, you will be trapped in the amber of a relationship's earliest moment. You will be a blurry face on the edge of a photo. You will be a part of someone's lore."
You are witnessing, you are experiencing, you are enjoying, and you are growing, in a great city of the world—That's how I like this story.
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