C'est la vie

Duncan 2022-04-21 09:02:42

I think, this is a strange movie.

A middle-aged man who likes to talk to himself helps a middle-aged woman who fainted from hypoglycemia into his car on the streets of Paris, where traffic jams are heavy. The back seat. He gently closed the car door, sat in the front seat, turned off the music, turned his head and smiled at her honestly.

A clean boy, sitting on the steps by the river with two friends at noon in sunny Paris Boring. He didn't engage in the more boring bet of his two friends about who would win the favor of the beauties who passed by first, but was very upset when the Muslim girl with the thick veil covering her hair fell. He ran over and helped her up. He made her veil in a clumsy manner, but the girl still smiled like an angel when she saw her ugly veil on the phone. He ran to the mosque door and waited for her. Grandpa asked kindly, "We are leaving, do you want to be with us?", he smiled like a child.

A man in his twenties went to the gallery to buy things. He thought he had met The other self. He kept talking to that person. Telling him where he seemed to have seen him before. Telling him that he wanted to get to know him. He thought he, too, thought he had found the person he had been looking for. But the man sat there the whole time without saying a word. He gave him his cell phone number and left. The gallery owner asked the man, do you know him. He shook his head and said, I don't know French.

A forty or fifty year old The skinny American man, holding a thin Paris travel guide, is waiting in the subway station for the start of his dream trip. In less than ten minutes of his debut, he is passively engaged with one of the lovers The woman kissed, was praised by her as not bad, was punched three times by the man of the couple, was picked up like a chicken and slammed into the wall, and was shot three times with a slingshot by a boy dressed like a champlin , are all heads.

A young mother in her twenties with long hair has to leave soon after leaving her baby in the nursery. The subway is full of people at any time. She can't stop getting on, getting off, changing The car. She pushed away the people who were walking in front of her but not fast, and finally reached her destination. The owner told her that she had something to do today and asked her if it would be a problem to leave alone until the evening. She was stunned. She replied at once, no problem. She is the nanny of this big house. She sang the lullaby to the owner's children, and sang it to her own children just before she went.

A middle-aged man in his forties, with all the It's the same in the bad script, when he has a young lover, he starts to get tired of his wife. He gets tired of her always wearing the same red coat and never changing, spring to summer, summer to autumn, autumn to winter. He Annoyed that she always likes to touch the iron fence on the side of the road with her hands when she walks. He annoys her that she has no taste, and always hums the song that is about to sing while cooking. He annoys her to eat in a restaurant She never ordered anything but snacks and drinks. Of course, these were the reasons why he liked her before.

A mother who just lost her son has been sitting by her son's bed every day for a week, staring at her son. She was in a daze. She said to her husband, you lied to me, he is not dead. When she was sleeping, she heard her son say to her, Mom, can I go out to play? Mom, can I go out and play? She saw the cowboy riding a big horse and taking his son to her side. She hugged him tightly and wouldn't let him go, but the son said to her, go back, mom, dad is still waiting for you.

A comedian. He passed by a lot A couple's garden in the middle of the street. He passed a roadside coffee shop where twin sisters were drinking. He passed a busy street. He was even sent to an inexplicable prison. He felt lonely. He was just looking for himself. A self.

A middle-aged man working in an underground parking lot, singing to a young girl he just met. The girl left, but he lost his job because of it. He just wanted to have a cup of coffee with her

. The first stop on their honeymoon for a young married couple in London was a cemetery in Paris where many famous people are buried.

An inaudible boy leads a girl into his very Parisian life. He tolerates her shouting with or without reason. They read, swim, drink coffee, and watch movies together. Tight in the subway station Have to hug. Stop on the bustling street.

A fat man who doesn't know whether it is a girl or a woman, started her solo trip in Paris. She was not used to French food, she went to ask the local French. In a Chinese restaurant with good business and good reputation, she ordered a table full of dishes by herself. She ate a lot and left a cheerful voice in the recorder. However, there was still no smile on her face.

And The London couple's taste is as unique. She went to many cemeteries in Paris and visited the graves of famous people. She took the elevator with many people she didn't know to go to the highest place overlooking the whole of Paris. On the empty rooftop, she squinted The way I looked at the world suddenly made me feel too alive. She was as close as any aunt around me who was over thirty-five years old.

She said that at that moment, I thought of my first love. He has always been very close I want to come to Paris and see. She said, thinking about it like this, I feel stupid again, because I haven't seen him for eleven years. And he has been married for many years, a person I don't know.

Long story At the last minute, the fat aunt was sitting alone on a bench in the middle of the street and eating bread. She said, and then something happened. Some kind of unspeakable thing. I saw a group of children playing on the slide , a couple of couples were chatting on the grass, I sat there quietly, thinking about nothing, away from my work, the familiar environment and people, I had a deep feeling, or the feeling I had been waiting for for a long time .But I don't know what emotion, or something I've forgotten, or something I've never experienced. All I can say is, I feel joy and sadness at the same time. But, it's more of sadness. Because I I feel that I am alive. Yes, alive.

A movie with a lot of plots but not too bloated. A movie with many characters but not too complicated. I spent an afternoon watching it carefully. Listen. The conclusion is, a perfect movie.

I've seen longer and more French films than it. I've seen films with more complex plots. But I have to say, this is the one that moved me the most in a long time. Not because it was hyped It's not because of its extravagant performance and director lineup, nor because of its special status as a one-of-a-kind premiere at the Cannes Film Festival. In fact, in a sense, it is not a film that maintains the same or similar tone throughout .Because 20 directors created 18 short films alone, each with a different style, some very French, some very other. I said at the beginning, a very strange film, hehe.

I think, people Living with people in the world is probably like a long straight line.

With most of the people around us, we are just two parallel lines, and we have no intersection in our life. With a small number of people, we are two intersecting lines Straight line. From two strangers to acquaintances, but many of them will speed up and leave after they meet, leaving only a lot of memories in each other's memory. Only a few special people, Between us, there are two straight lines extending in the same direction from different places. After we meet, we will never be separated again.

I often think that life is always warm. Not only because of those who never leave my side, More, but also because of those strangers who have never met, or who seem to have known each other.

Paris, je t'aime.

So, Paris, I love you.

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  • 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.