Shakespeare's Sonnets have this line: and yet, by heaven, i think my love is rare as any she belied with false compare. A woman who is a fairy.
I don't know if it's the wife's eyes that are really bright and moving or the director's eyes are very bright. Her eyes are so sparkling in every scene, just like the strong and flickering fire in the paper that is about to burn out.
In the first scene, I was sighing that "this picture is terrifyingly blue". The contrast between cold and warm colors of memory and reality seems to be too common, and the overall narrative structure has nothing to say.
Another thing that always makes me "sick" is that when Ove goes to save the man who fell off the rails, I have a very obvious "sense of separation". Obviously a person who wants to die will show his suicide method in front of you. He is always disturbed and secretly impatient for him, but when he sees a person who is also dying, he unconsciously prays that he will not die. Obviously both are real people. Reminds me of that social test video, where the interviewer asked the interviewee, "How many people do you think is a reasonable number of people killed in the earthquake?", he answered 73 (I forgot the exact number), and then 73 people walked behind him, inside Including his family, so he answered "0"
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