It's been two days and I've never felt so bad
It was as if there was a backlog of fire in my chest. I had already calmed down, but I couldn't get rid of the bonfires and waves in France in the 18th century. I could feel a sense of suffocation as I slowly climbed up with my breathing. Converging to a stagnant face and then a tense state of wanting to cry...
"I want you to feel seen. This movie is all about the power of the gaze. The fact that you are watching the movie, the movie is watching you. I want you to feel being watched, and I want you to leave thinking about yourself and Love for the movie, because that's what that last scene is about....you're not watching the characters, you're watching the actors perform; you're watching the movie, and the movie lifts the veil on its own, so all of a sudden you have Space for your own love story. It's a souvenir for you, a memory for you. I want you to leave with this story in your head and your own at the same time."
It's so touching to see everyone in the picture sharing their resonance
I don't know what's wrong with myself, and like almost everyone else, I'm caught up in the tragic nature of the director's "double gaze" concept, but I don't realize where the space for interaction between my real life and the work is. It's not because of depression, but actually resists being bound by the form of romantic films. Perhaps the highest aesthetics must be repressed, so being touched by pure beauty is not so hypocritical.
The inexplicable discomfort before writing this blindly seems to have gone into the subconscious, so be it
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