British author James Miller came to Tuscany, Italy, to sign his new book "Legal Copies". It is worthless to argue that the authenticity of artistic creation is worthless, and that fakes have the same value as the original. The name of the woman played by Julia Binoche is not given in the film. As a single mother, she was unable to fully participate in the signing because her 11-year-old son repeatedly asked to leave, and asked a friend to invite the writer for a subsequent meeting. The writer arrives as scheduled, visiting the woman's antique shop, and the two decide to take a day out in the Tuscan countryside. The writer is about to leave at nine o'clock in the evening. The embarrassment of unfamiliar men and women at first sight, the collision of counterfeit and real products, and the foreshadowing of burying the little sister's jokes (such as M.. Marlie). The plot in the film simply revolves around the two people, almost relying on the dialogue between the two as the main body, supplemented by the special setting of supporting roles and camera language to promote the relationship and emotion between the two, and let the whole process continue in layers. Reality and reality are intertwined. During the rest time in the cafe, the woman and the writer did not defend the misunderstanding of the barista, and began to pretend to be a couple who had been married for more than ten years. Everything transitioned very naturally. The barista's question expressed the attitudes and concepts of older Italian women towards marriage and gender at that time. They believed that men were the main body of the family, and women should rely on men to belong to the family. At the same time, the woman and the "husband" are asked to follow her questions to give feedback, and the relationship between husband and wife between the two is naturally rationalized in front of the audience. This is the time when the relationship begins to become unreal. The next visit to the church and museum, the church is a sacred place for wedding ceremonies, the newlyweds encountered mistakenly thought they were husband and wife, and invited the two to take photos. The sweet newlyweds in the church are compared to the appearance of this fifteen-year "husband and wife" getting along. They moved to their next destination, and a clip of a phone call with their son on the way brought the two back to reality, sending their relationship back and forth between the real and the fake. Next to the sculpture, I met an old couple who came to travel. They had come to Tuscany many times and saw the same scenery many times. People still belong, and the scenery remains the same. At dinner time, she went to the bathroom to put on lipstick and earrings, and the two sat around the table, and her love for the writer spread. Afterwards, the two of them wandered the streets. The day's journey made her tired. She sat on the steps with a plain face and took off her high heels. The breeze gently lifted her calf, which was no longer full and plump. The champagne silk skirt only swayed slightly. The writer follows her into a hotel that pretends to be a former honeymooner. Stepping into the room, she lay sideways on the bed, her expression intoxicated, greedily searching for the smell of the breath on the pillow. The sunset shone through the window, neither wide nor narrow, and the crimson crimson was projected on her fair and slack skin and skirt. She raised her neck, her eyes were faint, shy, bright anticipation and waiting, hoping that the writer would stay, which contained that warm and beautiful joke: M..Marlie, which makes people sad. He didn't respond to her, and entered the bathroom. The camera shot slowly out of the window from his gray and quiet cheeks, toward the two evening bells on the mound. Two birds flew across the sky in the distance. Marlie, saddened. He didn't respond to her, and entered the bathroom. The camera shot slowly out of the window from his gray and quiet cheeks, toward the two evening bells on the mound. Two birds flew across the sky in the distance. Marlie, saddened. He didn't respond to her, and entered the bathroom. The camera shot slowly out of the window from his gray and quiet cheeks, toward the two evening bells on the mound. Two birds flew across the sky in the distance.
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