Have you ever been fighting for the one you love? I don't know how to properly translate this sentence, but this is indeed the sentence that left the deepest impression on me after watching the movie.
The story is biographical, synchronizing the two lines of the hero's commitment to gay AIDS rights and his love story in chronological order. I have to tell the truth, I have absolutely no interest in the first line, or the first line is unattractive: as soon as the male protagonist encounters a situation that goes against his will, he starts to shout, and the movie ends. It's already aesthetically fatigued. A film that also has a tendency to activism, the narrative of "Dallas Buyers Club" is well-balanced. This film is too superficial, and what should have been a profound struggle has been reduced to one after another bickering, mediocre and silent. Not much to say about this.
What impressed me was the second line, the love story. While being moved, I was also deeply intimidated by the horror of AIDS. Peacock's eyes are bright, and the first turn in the office is like a searchlight from a distance. The story is also intriguing because of his presence. Two people's first date, inexplicable joy. One was indignantly talking about his obstacles in defending his rights, but he couldn't resist the urge to kiss him; the other was completely disinterested in what the other party said, but he couldn't take his eyes off him. The relationship between the two began to smell like vodka, strong, but couldn't help taking another sip. But unlike the trance hangover after drinking vodka, their love is so unforgettable.
Humans are born with the nature to love others, let alone their own lover. This kind of love is reflected in all aspects of daily life, so that if your partner has a small toothache or a small fever, you all remember jumping over the wall, and you can't wait to find the most famous doctor in Beijing to treat him. What's more, the terminally ill?
There's one scene I just can't get enough of. He was sitting sickly on the wooden floor. He came back from shopping. The two quarreled. He angrily smashed the purchases one by one at him, who was leaning against the floor. My heart breaks when I see it. How can a person who can be said to have no expectations for life and have completely lost hope in life again be abused so violently? ! Even if the two ended up crying in a very old-fashioned way, I still can't forgive. The lover's time is short, and the only thing he can do is to let him live happily in the days he has. We are so capricious sometimes, recklessly spreading our savagery on those closest to us.
Alexandra, I do. Even though gay marriage was not legally recognized at the time, at Yale's GAY WEEK there was a gold ring glittering on his ring finger. The tear-jerking wedding makes people feel distressed, and the disease still leaves some time on the ruthless eve to let the lovers get married. This kind of love was born without results at the time, moths fluttered into the flames, but still no turning back, love is love.
The fragmented and chaotic editing made the film fast-paced, so that at the end of the film there was still the depression of not being able to play. There's no difference between you and me, we're both normal people, but it just happens that we're not heterosexual.
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