Saw it many years ago. Master's work. It can be called the most representative film work of the French Left Bank.
Always remember these two lines of dialogue when we broke up: Hiroshima, this is your name; your name is Neville, the French Neville.
In a foreign land, a French actress and a Japanese engineer's brief love affair. The last 16 hours of unforgettable hugs. He persuaded her to stay. However, she recalled her past with German soldiers during World War II 14 years ago: the German army occupied her hometown, but she fell in love with a soldier when she was young. The soldiers were killed during the liberation, and the horror is unforgettable. . . . The past and the reality are gradually blurred and can no longer be distinguished.
Very stream-of-consciousness work, with flashbacks repeated over and over. From Duras to Allen Resnais, they are not creators who follow the rules, and linear narratives can't make them follow the rules. The picture is beautiful and tragic, the contrast is strong, and it is thrilling. In the lively and tender love shots and neutral and cold informational pictures, it is impossible to distinguish how love and war are intertwined.
Heartbreak is doomed. The city has long been scarred, with haze and scorching sun alternating, but finally lost its sunshine, and the wound cannot heal itself. Whether it's the people in the play, or we who watch the play, we can't stop asking, will the imprint of war on the soul really fade? Will those blood and tears intertwined with love and hatred really go away with the wind?
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