The calm but full of suffocation scenes, the desolate and empty bleak scenery, although it is an erotic film with intricate relationships between characters, it really tells the theme of despair. Two people who are like father and daughter at the same age meet by chance in the apartment, have sex frantically, regardless of their name or origin, everything seems to be the most primitive, without any burden, only sex, maybe rough, but maybe comforting.
But after the passion is over, women can't help but ask, whether it is inevitable to return to their own lives to face the illusion of blooming flowers. Similarly, men still have to reminisce, sinking in a long series of endlessly entangled and painful memories.
Should love be numb or sweet? Should eroticism sink or sublime? Is life always spent in indescribable pain and decadence, and death is the eternal life? Although the body is violently collided, the soul under the body is always so desolate and lonely. Maybe love can only be a tango.
The sadness is everywhere in the despair of the film, and forever retains the perfection that the heart has been longing for.
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