love under the sky of paris

Luigi 2022-04-20 09:01:57

"Paris, I Love You Paris, je t'aime" has been sitting next to my CD player for almost two weeks. I don't know why, but every time I pick it up I put it down and watch something else--for the opening film of the 2006 Cannes Film Festival, it seems that I "don't dare to ask for directions at midnight", and "I'm afraid of walking into the depths of a hundred flowers." ", and "I'm afraid of touching the sad soul".

But I finally watched it, in the early hours of Sunday morning. This 2006 Cannes opening movie was not a vainglory, but at first glance, I fell in love with it, and it was the kind of love I really wanted.

Paris, the name of the city alone, is attractive enough, not to mention the eternal theme of "love". It is said that when the producers planned the short film collection, they hoped to "combine the myth of love with the myth of Paris" through the film, while "paying tribute to Paris and the film". There are already many similar collections of short films, and I have seen many, but I don’t like them very much, because the skills of directors, screenwriters, and actors required for short films are far higher than those of long films. Many short films play concepts, concepts, and avant-garde. , although it comes from a famous director, it is also like a tasteless rib, which may be the reason why I have not watched this movie for a long time.

The reason why I like this collection of short films is actually very simple: because it not only shows the various aspects of "love", but also shows the connotation of "love" - ​​love, family, friendship, etc., and also reveals Humanity in "love". Another important reason for liking it is because the narrative style of this film is very close to the "minorism" that I have recently admired, the reduction and refinement of the details of life in most short films, in the course of two hours of watching , often makes me sigh the charm of details, and I have to admire the ingenious conception and keen capture of the details of life by the directors. It takes five minutes to tell a story, and it is really difficult to arrest someone.

Paris is a city with a story - in fact, every city has a story, but the "Paris" factor makes people feel that the story of Paris is more like a story. It is a huge city, a city with a lot of history, culture and romance. Whether it is the old Parisian city that still maintains its old appearance, or the modern Parisian new city, the story is always happening. And people's yearning and conjecture for Paris makes these stories different - the same story, if it happens in Paris, it does feel a little different.

So, the eighteen stories that happened in the twenty districts of Paris, like the city of Paris itself, are delicate, romantic, mysterious, legendary, fashionable and nostalgic. All kinds of Parisian factors are integrated into the stories, and they are delicately expressed through these stories, let us watch, and let us know that in far away France, in far away Paris, those men and women have the same feelings as ours. Regardless of love or hatred, whether joys or sorrows. It tells us a simple and simple truth - no matter how many differences there are in race, culture, nationality, etc., human nature is actually something that we all have in common.

So even the non-realistic passages (such as the story of the clown under the Eiffel Tower), even the bizarre passages (such as the story of Chinatown and the vampire in the Madeleine district) are understandable. Because in Paris, anything is possible; because in the world we live in, everything is possible. Anything is possible, even the stories of those movies could one day happen to us.

Paris is multi-dimensional, with many different sides, any point is only a part of Paris, not Paris itself, but just for the one or two people at that point, that point is Paris. So does the world, and so do we. Paris is big, and the world is big, but actually, when the story happens, so small a world, so small Paris. And once we have love, that love is actually boundless.

In this French version of the poster I love, a woman in a red trench coat is walking past the Luxembourg Gardens, her right hand gliding gently over those icy dark green balustrades. The woman's husband was tired of their marriage and was about to show her off. In the restaurant where they first met, the woman showed him a diagnosis of leukemia, so the husband abandoned his mistress and returned to his wife. Beside her, she spent the last time with her earnestly and deeply. This is the only one of the eighteen stories where I have revealed the plot, the rest, go and see for yourself.

On this poster, there is also such an advertisement - Une ville/10 millions de coeurs/Une histoire d'amour/Un film (a city/ten million hearts/a love story/a film). Go check it out, you won't be disappointed.

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Paris, je t'aime quotes

  • Thomas: And you were accepted, of course. You moved from Boston to Paris into a little apartment on the rue du Faubourg-Saint-Denis. I showed you our neighborhood, my bars, my school. I introduced you to my friends, my parents. I listened to your texts, your singing, your hopes, your desires, your music. You listened to mine. My Italian, my German, a bit of Russian. I gave you a walkman. You gave me a pillow. And one day, you kissed me. Time went by, time flew and everything seemed so easy, so simple, so free, so new, so unique. We went to the movies, we went dancing, we went shopping, we laughed, you cried, we swam, we smoked, we shaved, you screamed; sometimes for no reason, or for a reason. Yes, sometimes for a reason. I brought you to the academy, I studied for my exams, I listened to your singing, to your hopes, your desires, your music. You listened to mine. We were close, so close, ever so close. We went to the movies, we swam, we laughed. You screamed, sometimes for a reason and sometimes without. Time went by, time flew. I brought you to the academy, I studied for my exams. You listened to my Italian, German, Russian, French. I studied for my exams. You screamed, sometimes for a reason. Time went by for no reason. You screamed for no reason. I studied for my exams, my exams, my exams. Time went by, you screamed, you screamed, you screamed. I went to the movies.

  • Zarka: [speaking to Franois] I'm surprised to see you here.

    Zarka: I'm Zarka.

    Franois: Franois... How are your hands.

    Zarka: Ok.

    Zarka's Grandfather: It was good of you to help her.

    Franois: Only natural.