Three things were born with the middle class: condoms, miscarriages, and psychiatrists—and people's understanding of all three is a gradual process. The film begins with Ann's incoherent narration of the psychiatrist, emphasizing that her confusion is household garbage, but quickly turns into a stranger who is about to visit. In fact, the psychiatrist knew that Ann's real problem was the sex life between their husband and wife. When he raised the crux of the problem, Ann avoided it.
A Gu Lun, who has been living a homeless life for ten years for his first love, rashly broke into An's life with different appearances. It is strange that his love of peeping at other people's privacy did not scare away the traditional conservative An - An confronted Ge in front of a psychiatrist. Lun's affirmation. If there is a distinction between strong groups and weak groups relative to sexual behavior, then Ann and Glenn should obviously belong to the weak groups. When Ann and Glenn had their first conversation about sex in a restaurant—the first alliance between the two underprivileged elements, Glenn made no shy about revealing that he was an impotent patient, eliminating the need for Ann and his body. Inherent precautionary psychology - apparently the psychiatrist did not admit that he was a patient with impotence is a fault. But the embarrassing thing is that two sexually strong group members are enjoying sex comfortably in Ann's bed.
When Ann found out about the secret of Glenn's V8 tapes and fled, Ann told Cynthia to stay away from Glenn on the phone afterwards. Glenn seemed so accustomed to Ann's reaction that he accepted Cynthia's visit and videotaped her as usual. Everyone is looking for an outlet in life - high or nasty, and Glenn's outlet is blasphemy on those V8 tapes. Glenn may not like this life at all, for the sole purpose of physical pleasure; Glenn may enjoy it, because it provides physical pleasure.
Ann stumbles across Cynthia's missing earrings at her home, confirming her suspicions. The story begins here, and the wild horse is so exaggerated that I can't accept the ending of this movie. Because I feel like I'm in the middle of a long-planned love conspiracy - I thought the good thing about destruction is knowing the opposite of what's going on, but why Soderbergh rebuild after destruction, his fairytale ending makes me wonder Good love feels utterly negative. If love is unavoidable, here's where I start to use the rule of thumb that I'm good at: Ann, the traditional conservative, runs away from the unfaithful John intolerably, so it's impossible for them to fall in love; neither Cynthia nor Ann Homosexual tendencies, so there is no possibility of transgender love between them; so Ann has no choice but to wait for a heavy rain with Glenn. Ok! This exclusion of mine is ridiculous, or what I'm trying to say is that real life is far more complicated than these four-player movies.
Sex is an extremely simple reproductive act from a basic physiological point of view. But people often like to complicate things, and sex is no exception—people are slogans for their own sex with impure motives to say: what a noble thing my fuck is (excuse me, say swear words)! But in my opinion, sex happens in the name of love or money is just a modification of a different noun. Cynthia's identity as a saboteur is always at odds with her sister. Her choice of John as her lover can't be a reason for his jealousy and revenge. She sleeps with her brother-in-law just for a thrill. Cynthia and John are indeed cheating, but the relationship between the two and Ann is just a coincidence. In other words, Cynthia made me realize that marriage is not the only legal basis for sexual intercourse.
As an existence with an independent ideological system, people hope that they will gain the greatest autonomy in social behavior, especially sex! So my question is: How can sex, which is originally against individual autonomy, achieve its coherence in social life? Soderbergh's answer was love, which I thought was orgasm.
Watching Japanese AV while listening to Arab strap's "glue": Sex without love is a good ride worth trying but love without sex is second only to dying.....
I believe it.
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