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Arnold 2022-04-22 07:01:25

A really romantic film, a rich girl who runs away from home and goes to her fiancé meets a arrogant and down-to-earth reporter. This is definitely the prototype of "Roman Holiday".

An unexpected journey that started willfully, but at the end of the journey, I meet myself again, and I also fall in love with the travel companion who reshapes myself.

The plot, which sounds extremely untrue, shines brightly under the strong support of the wonderful script. There was originally only a thin line between romance and absurdity, and the male and female protagonists of this film were close to this boundary, and staged an extremely public and passionate love dance. Crazy, brave, impulsive, down, good and bad, all intertwined in this road trip. The budding love between men and women is quietly integrated into the twists and turns of the playful plot, which can make a girl's heart pounding even after more than half a century.

As for pulling a blanket between the two beds as a partition, pulling up your skirt and extending your legs to take a taxi, and even singing and pretending to be a fake couple to fool the tracking detective... These classic stalks that later people are eager to emulate are already in this ancestor love movie. Show complete.

The only shortcoming is that the emotional entanglement between the two in the later period was not resolved positively, but passed by in a profile, which made it difficult for the audience to release the long-standing feelings of the audience, and the film also lost an exciting climax.

Brisk and lively is the usual rhythm of this film, but unfortunately that romantic and agile free and easy air failed to find attachment in the later stage, and could only take a slanted sword, losing a little gentleness and calmness.



2016.10.12

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It Happened One Night quotes

  • Ellie Andrews: By the way, what's your name?

    Peter Warne: What's that?

    Ellie Andrews: Who are you?

    Peter Warne: Who me?

    [smiling]

    Peter Warne: I'm the whippoorwill that cries in the night. I'm the soft morning breeze that caresses your lovely face.

    Ellie Andrews: You've got a name, haven't you?

    Peter Warne: Yeah, I got a name. Peter Warne.

    Ellie Andrews: Peter Warne. I don't like it.

    Peter Warne: Don't let it bother you. You're giving it back to me in the morning.

    Ellie Andrews: Pleased to meet you, Mr. Warne.

    Peter Warne: The pleasure is all mine, Mrs. Warne.

  • Peter Warne: Excuse me lady, but that upon which you sit is mine.

    Ellie Andrews: I beg your pardon?