self-awareness

Tia 2022-04-20 09:02:50

More than ten years ago, in the 1990s, a friend told me an anecdote or tragedy. There was a man in his unit who liked a woman, but the woman married someone else, and the man has been single since then. Decades later, when the woman's husband died, the man went after the woman again and finally lived together. Unexpectedly, soon the woman fell ill and died, and the man was alone again. I heard that the man was accompanied by his mother at the time. After listening, I seem to have expressed the meaning to my friends. There are things in the world, and everyone has their own way of living.
Love in the Time of Cholera tells a similar story. Men love women. When the heroine's husband died, the hero had waited fifty years. However, the male protagonist of the film seems to be better. He knew the female protagonist before the husband, and has already started falling in love, but he was dumped through no fault of his own and did not get a decent explanation from the woman. Then the woman got married, and the man waited secretly for half a century. Although this kind of thing is self-aware, I still think that the male lead is too worthless and too self-inflicted. Maybe this is the so-called infatuation, half of which is affectionate and worthy of admiration, and the other half is idiot and brain-dead, so people don't know what to say. Regardless of gender, one should always be realistic and self-respect. At the end of the film, the two are together, but I can't feel that they are a happy couple. I just think that these two old people are strange and inexplicable together.
The film is based on the novel of the same name by Colombian author García Márquez. The writer is the winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1982. He is famous all over the world for his novel "One Hundred Years of Solitude", and also has a certain popularity in China. I remember that there was a Chinese translation of "Love in the Time of Cholera" in the 1980s. This uncomplicated story can be written on three or four hundred pages. It is conceivable that the author can write a lot, but I have never read it before I learned about it through the movie the ins and outs of this story. "One Hundred Years of Solitude" has been read twice, about ten years apart. The novel is considered to explore history and life in the form of fables and myths. It is said that the Yankees also made it into a movie, but unfortunately I couldn't find a movie. I always felt that this novel was not suitable for a movie, so I was curious about what a movie would look like. Although the feelings of the two readings are different, there are also similarities, and a strange feeling can not help but arise. Pairs perfectly with the film's eerie love story. Novelists are responsible for making up stories. In a sense, being good at writing weird stories also reflects Marquez's rich imagination.
The film is carefully and delicately shot, especially the scenery of the rural town is very beautiful, and the colors are quite bright, giving people a pleasing feeling.

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Extended Reading
  • Rebeka 2022-03-23 09:03:36

    Florentino watched lovingly as his empress took off her underwear, revealing saggy breasts and a slightly bloated waist. She was a little embarrassed for not allowing him to see it. In fact, he had never been so happy in his life. Before that, he had 623 women. In his notebook, women are young, full of breasts and passionate. His last lover was small enough to be his granddaughter. But, as he said: "I have reserved a virginity for you, Fermina."

  • Judy 2022-03-30 09:01:11

    What a terrific love!

Love in the Time of Cholera quotes

  • Florentino Ariza: Shoot me. There is no greater glory than to die for love.

  • Florentino Ariza: Please allow me to wipe the slate clean. Age has no reality except in the physical world. The essence of a human being is resistant to the passage of time. Our inner lives are eternal, which is to say that our spirits remain as youthful and vigorous as when we were in full bloom. Think of love as a state of grace, not the means to anything, but the alpha and omega. An end in itself.