Of course, I understand that the imaging of first-class novels will end in failure in all likelihood—you see, Ang Duo has a scheming, not touching "Love in a Fallen City" or "Golden Lock", but an obscure late work "Lust, Caution" was carefully polished into a tool - Zhang Ailing in her heyday was untouchable.
But when I thought about it, I thought again, "Love in the Time of Cholera" is the bottom line given by García Márquez.
You must know that when I was fifteen years old, only the first sentence of "One Hundred Years of Solitude" shook me in the chair of Marquez.
I'm so curious, as much as I'm curious about durians, so naturally, I have to pinch my nose to watch this movie.
At the thirty-third minute, the actor who played the middle-aged male protagonist appeared.
As soon as we met, I was surprised, I couldn't help hitting the pause button, and it was frozen in his close-up - God, isn't this Javier Bardem?
It was him. The cold-blooded killer with mushroom head in "No Country For Old Men", this year's Oscar winner for Best Supporting Actor, an ugly man with a wide nose, a long middle and a big chin, Javier Bardem, no wonder my gang of eyes are waiting for the handsome guy to show up My friends are going to be shocked.
At one point, I tried to comfort one of them, "Just treat him as Liu Qingyun from Spain," and she screamed, "Liu Qingyun is much prettier than him." No way.
The content of the story can be summed up in one sentence
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a man loves a woman for fifty-three years before he wants to share the bed with her, and his love will continue in his lifetime.
Pure love is like a Martian story.
And those of us shallow, ruthless, incorrigible appearanceists, of course, hope that the male lead is handsome and affectionate, preferably like a Korean drama.
But honestly, if a man is handsome, where does he need to be so affectionate?
What's more, don't you see that a man who is not handsome at all in reality can change his mind just as fast?
The South America in the movie is very beautiful, and the imaginary heat, stuffiness, bright color and intensity all come out.
What impresses me is the sharp and thin facial features of the heroine, who is like a frightened bird anytime and anywhere.
In the first 40 minutes, the relationship between her and the male protagonist was really a typical example of unreliable love - after the two fell in love at first sight, they began to exchange letters, and even developed to the point of private life. She was ignorant and enthusiastic that night. But still a little reserved, she agreed to his proposal and said, "Okay, I will marry you, as long as you promise not to force me to eat eggplant". Oh, it's really my first love. I actually believed that I would marry the first person I fell in love with, so sloppy, but so sincere.
Later, as expected, the woman broke the marriage contract and married a doctor during the cholera period when everyone was in danger.
And the male protagonist is no longer guarding his body like jade, and he begins his half-century-long journey of sexual encounters, fighting the pain in his heart with the joy of the flesh.
This period of absurd love life made me sigh and sigh. Men are really amazing, and they can distinguish between sex and love so clearly.
But later, when I saw him getting old and walking with his back slightly hunched and his shoulders shrugged, as if he was carrying something that could not be shied away from, I couldn't help but be moved, because I thought, The thing to shirk is love.
In the film, the married heroine once said, "He is not a person, he is a shadow", which is really good.
The five thunders of love can really make the soul go out of the body, and all those who suffer this disaster are just shadows in human form.
Fortunately, the ending part of the film is very warm. At that time, he and she are both old people, each with an aging body.
On the silent river cruise ship, in the faint sunset light, they lingered on the bed, enjoying the regretful tenderness of being 50 years late.
The bow of the ship deliberately hung black and yellow flags and lied about cholera. Nothing could disturb them, not even time and death.
However, let me make a nasty digression.
If, I mean, if the male protagonist failed to inherit his uncle's inland shipping company, if he was ordinary and impoverished all his life, then he wouldn't have the chance to be the lover of the six hundred and twenty-three, and he might not be able to. Live longer than the heroine's husband, let alone marry his lover.
So, even if we don't like it, we have to admit that in the real world where meatballs are always favored over roses, nothing is affectionate.
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