I must have been an ambiguous ambiguity at first, so when I was watching the "Girl with a Pearl Earring" on a movie station on a boring night by the TV, the slow development of the plot , the ambiguous factors in my body slowly gathered, and then exploded in an instant. That kind of literary film is really suitable for the dead of night, and a person's heart is devoted to it. From beginning to end, men and women didn't say a word of love, a kiss, or even a hug, but the evasive eyes and the expression of wanting to speak made my heart roll and gradually boil. In retrospect, this can definitely be called a "boring movie", but it was the kind of boring, secretly open and secretly withered emotion, but it made my heart beat and moved. It didn't end, those lips that were curled up before speaking, the body temperature that was slowly approaching, the breathing that was gradually disordered, the whole air was filled with lust, but there was no beginning, an invisible thread hung in the unnamed room , they just pretended not to care about the infinite approach but did not have the courage to cross it, all nerves were tense, and any slight vibration from the other party was limited to this. I forgot the dialogue, the scenes, the supporting characters, but I remember the feeling, falling asleep with a warm desire. Is that love, pure, mutual understanding, but not revealing, maintaining a tacit understanding, silent mutual appreciation and liking... Is that what I like? At that time.
Word poisoner, I saw the book and bought it without hesitation. Inner impetuous, can't see anything, progress is slow. The film and the book have different appearances, perhaps because of translation, perhaps because the visual hallucinations are so different, perhaps because they are separated by more than a year and ten months, or perhaps it is just my mood changes. The text is so dry, the smooth, delicate and smooth sensibility has completely disappeared, and I wonder if the feeling in the movie is an illusion from myself. The feeling in the movie is pure, like the eyes of a child; the feeling of the text is endless helplessness and compromise, like the blood of livestock in the gap between the nails or an apron with blood. In other words I'm addicted to Scarlett Johansson's pretty lips and can't help myself.
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