When I watch it, I always think of Xavier Dolan. I always think of Xavier Dolan, the usual French boring film character, the story constructed by panning and close-up, very little soundtrack, just quietly telling the life of Adela - no feeling of having sex with boys Later, I agree with my sexual orientation. I met Zeng Jinghong's blue-haired handsome T in a gay bar (this plot is really old-fashioned), she is a contemporary artist and Adela is a kindergarten teacher. People asked for a gun, and after being discovered, they were roared and dégage became strangers from now on. The blue skirt girl with a beautiful figure and a lovely face lit a cigarette and walked away with high heels. There seemed to be nothing in front of her and behind her.
I'm not too sad either. I always feel that I've read it after two relationships. If Emma finally relents and turns back, I'll give this film two stars. What really saddens me is that I seemed to have a certain mentality of finding answers at the beginning, and I always looked forward to what I could get from watching this film, because there are very few good lesbian films (the sense of time and space in "Face" is too far away,
Adela's life is just like her always. It was like a mess of unruly hair, flowing down like water, without thinking too much, just kissing and hugging according to the mood, crying after a failed attempt, then grabbing a handful of hair and tying it up and continuing to walk. Seeing her image of the heroine who failed at the Emma party, and the embarrassing expression like a waiter, I felt a little distressed because I used to be so unbearable, but I had to say: C'est la vie, why did you break up? To say that it is because of class differences seems very mundane, but the profound truth is often the simplest.
So, this is just the life of a beautiful girl after meeting another beautiful girl. Even if the tears and smile lines in the picture are so clear, in the quiet narrative, all the happiness and pain are so thin.
Perhaps looking back at the lives of most people, it is like drinking water, knowing whether it is cold or warm.
If you really get an answer, it would be based on various proofs and explanations of what you have seen and heard a month after coming to the Fa:
1. In school, I always saw that they liked to get together after class and didn’t part with each other. Standing at the school gate with a bag on your back...
2. French students all smoke, and they are used to it
. 3. Don't take it seriously when you kiss
or too high. The two of them are really skin-like and can be broken by blowing bullets. Hahaha, they have used no less than seven postures... When I watched, everyone was sitting upright (at least I was tense), and the second time, the back row People laughed (Is it annoying...) There is no background music when making love, it's really a test of skill, I have to say, it's amazing...
Also, when I got back, I emailed the French guy who liked me and told him that he couldn't be with him or be friends. I don’t know what kind of process I need to go through for self-identification. Good friends always advise me to go through experience instead of fantasy, but it is my bottom line not to consume the other person’s feelings for no reason. Although there are all kinds of male classmates, there is a French boy who not only looks like Chuck but also has a London accent, all kinds of good figures and three-dimensional deep facial features, but it's just... just take a look. If you don't want to define yourself and want to go back to an easier path, you don't need to worry too much about your parents' problems, but the more you try to do it, the more you feel powerless. Maybe there will be a real heartbeat one day, and the answer will be self-evident?
One point to make up: Adela cried in the room because she couldn't accept the fact that the boy was, and then took out a box of snacks from under the bed, and after nibbling on the chocolate bar, she became calmer... She did eat the whole movie: Pasta, oysters (!!!) and kebab? I also ate raw meat when I dated Emma....
To add: After watching the Palme d'Or awards and interviews, I always feel that only a director with a character like Abdel can direct it. Such a fast and atmospheric film. The speed of speech is extremely slow because it is always necessary to think carefully before speaking, so it is no wonder that Léa cried after saying a few simple words.
To complain again, Adèle's name is the same, and her cannon fodder in the film is the mon amour she is thanking for in reality, hey.
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