The story of the silly eldest sister with long arms and legs is quirky, interesting and heart-wrenching. The style of black-and-white films is indeed very reminiscent of new wave movies, but more of this black-and-white style makes people vaguely fall into the feeling of a realistic documentary - if it is in color, it is an individual story; but it is black and white, more like A group portrait.
At first, the heroine reminded me of an elementary school classmate, a girl who was not good at studying and was silly and silly. In fact, she is a very pure and kind girl, but just like Frances, her point is always different from others, and her words and actions are always out of time. In the current words, she is a genuine second-rate female dick and a female man: lonely and lonely to the point of not having many friends, a little close to a friend who is a good friend, she is like a life-saving straw, and she talks nonsense with each other. Stick to the end regardless of the occasion. In a word, getting along for a long time will make you feel pitiful and hateful, hate her for wasting your energy and time, hate her for not being able to behave properly and communicate with everyone normally, hate her for making a mess of her life. Bringing such a friend with you sometimes is like when your phone rings suddenly and untimely loudly in a public place - it's still a legend of the Phoenix and you can't turn it off no matter how hard you try. But she's more genuine and sincere than anyone else, just like a radio with a broken switch: it's supposed to be listening to current events, it's giving you midnight reproductive health care, and it's getting louder when you want to turn it off. Frances is definitely a qualified female dick. The difference between her and the goddess is that there is a normal girl in the middle. For example, during a dinner party, when you need to leave the table to go to the bathroom, the goddess smiled and said she was embarrassed to go to the bathroom, and a normal girl said to go to the bathroom. Go to the big one first!" - undateable. (spread hands~)
Then I suddenly realized that when we all had Frances, it was time to let go of the pretense and live a straight life. It's sloppy and lazy at home, and it's neat and decent when going out. We also all have inopportune moments, which we regard as embarrassing moments: when describing a long, long-winded and boring thing, we suddenly lose the chatterbox, making others impatient; Out loud; clumsily adding to the mess and doing a series of stupid things. . . . . . Frances is just a real person who forgets to wear a mask or doesn't pretend at all, so these awkward moments are stretched out until they fill her whole life. She lives in the world she "thinks" of: she thinks she and Sophie are good friends who will live together forever, so good that they wear a pair of pants, and they look like twin sisters except for their haircuts - in fact they are two completely different People, from head to toe, inside and out. Sophie is like a full stop, she speaks and acts decisively; Frances is like. . . . . . Martian? Always out of the state, but her uncertainty is more lively, interesting and lovely.
When the long-handed and long-footed Frances runs and jumps across the road, and when the two lines are funny but alienating, this warm and chic humorous sketch is really French. When I read it, I kept thinking of the words in a book about drama I read the day before yesterday: The screenwriter is only there to show, not to inform. We don't need to ask why when we see Frances' second-rate life, because that's what she's like, that's how life is. A life that is not overly deduced appears to be starkly true and straightforward. The end credits are definitely the finishing touch, the last shot that makes you smile. Whether Frances' life has entered a normal track, and whether she has learned to groom herself and wear a mask, we don't know. We watched a documentary clipped from her daily life as if in vain, and then the trend continued like our own life, but it didn't end. There are too many uncertainties in life, remember we are here only to show, not to inform. It's not bad to be as open-minded as Frances. After all, on a whim, I will go to Paris for two days on a weekend and then owe a lot of credit card debt. I can't do it a few times in my life. It's not that you'll be old if you don't go crazy, but you'll be stupid if you don't go crazy. I forgot that the mentally ill have a broad mind, and the young people are so happy!
Passed by a priest on the way to school this morning. The priest was wearing a black robe, walking slowly with his arms hanging by his sides, holding a cross necklace in his right hand, and the metallic color shone beside the black robe. Usually, I must have a bunch of religious morals or literary psychology in my head, but this morning, I still had the movie I watched last night, and my first reaction was that if Frances was by my side, I would be waving two joyfully. The long arm shouted like chicken blood: OMG! I feel just like I'm blessed! Hahahahahaha!
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