Until I met "Dream of Paris", this was the third film I watched Eva, the first two were "Feeling Perfect" and "Crack", and here I met the youngest Eva, Isabella.
From the perspective of Matthew, this silly boy who came to study in Paris from the United States met his twin sisters, Isabella and Leo, and began a life of "no shame and no shame" for the three of them.
The unique decoration and colors of the 1960s on the screen; the constantly changing soundtrack with the ups and downs of the plot; the scene-by-scene changes in tribute to the old movie; the young and infinitely beautiful body and skin...
This film is like a strange candy, I I can't wait to peel off its colorful glass candy wrapper, put it in my mouth, and taste its taste over and over again, but I can't tell the wonders of it, and I can't remember its hundreds of tastes.
Sometimes people watch movies just for a "do you understand?". But why does it have to be "understood"?
"Dream of Paris" contains various metaphors in the context of a unique era, and I, a child born in the 90s, must not understand the history, social background, and deep meaning given by the director, so I must only see lust. But this is also a movie that I will deeply admire after watching it, and I am not willing to "interpret" it. Movies are movies. People in the world watch movies and get what they need from them. Isn’t it great?
I saw Isabelle's determination, Leo's helplessness, Matthew's vain attempt to correct, the blood rushing from these young people; I saw them running through the Louvre hand in hand, I saw them make love naked, I saw their wildness Happy...
what do you see?
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