As a follow-up to "The Lover", it does have the same attraction for me. Women who sell their bodies and gratifications, men addicted to alcohol, marginalized beings in society, I am often curious. Perhaps because most of my life is orbiting, I am surrounded by people who are routine and rarely show volatility. It is this common and stable flood that makes me particularly fascinated by those dejected eyes and swaying bodies. Finally, the woman looked somewhere and said: He needs me, we accept each other as they are, and do not expect each other to change. It is too common to be discriminated against. Only the other party can accommodate his own existence, including identity, bad habits, and all behaviors that do not meet the requirements. Isn't this the only thing in the dark life that is worthy of our nostalgia? It's just that in their relationship, the woman seems to be making more compromises, saying she'll give the man as much free will as possible, as long as he stays. After a man is drunk, they are driven out. After cheating, it seems reasonable that he only needs to open his blurred eyes on that bloodless face and say a few words that are not drunk but not drunk. Two people who are helpless, a slightly morbid relationship, murmured jazz music, shaking lights, love does not necessarily require a clear will, or even hope that the other party will get better, it can be a kind of acceptance and demand. From the indescribable sadness in the eyes of women, I seem to understand that the lovers I have seen have nothing to do with beauty and beauty. Maybe most of them live in an unseemly way, even indulgent and rough, rude, fat, Wine and meat, dirty, I used to think, that did not meet my expectations, and it had nothing to do with aesthetics. I mean, even knowing that love can't avoid many evils and flaws, that ragged company still doesn't arouse my appreciation (maybe I'm also a member of the fringe of discrimination). Maybe people are influenced by various media and subconsciously limit the form of love and the necessary elements, but this movie makes me feel that love can be embarrassing and unsustainable. It is like a miracle to see the rest of the body in such a flamboyant body.
"Leaving Las Vegas" and "Taxi Driver", similar movies to my liking.
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