Jean Yake Arnold, Director, Starring: Tony Leung, Jane March
When the DVD of "The Lover" was found in the video store for the first time, he gave it to a very close friend. At that time, I was a little reluctant, but I was still happy. I hope she can also watch a good movie. Just because I thought the original was Duras at the time, doesn't mean the movie should be good too. And now, looking back, there are some regrets.
A French girl who is eager to grow up and experience life meets Liang Jiahui, a Chinese rich young man, on a ferry, and the two quickly become lovers. Obviously, they will never combine for complex reasons. The girl is sensitive and precocious, and she thinks she handles her relationship with Chinese men with ease, but she is always slightly mocking for the love of a man. It was only when the man really wanted to get married that she started to feel sad. Late at night, when she heard the familiar music on the ferry back to France, she thought of the Chinese man, and she finally confessed her love for him.
Duras narrates a love story in the language of the film; a lot of emotional language and love scenes are straightforward and even bloody. And it was her fragile and slightly neurotic depiction that made me fall in love with the state of being deeply immersed in my own delicate emotions.
Since I read the book first, it's easy to see why Duras hates movies so much. The thin young French woman in the book should have complex eyes, bright red lips, a beautiful collarbone, an old white skirt, a pair of old black high-heeled shoes, and a men's round hat. There is no restraint in her speech. The women in the movie are a little immature, and their appearance does not show that disdain and determination. I am secretly using my mother's lipstick and rouge, and even when I seduce Chinese men, it makes me feel that I don't have the feeling in the book. good. All the plots in the book are as they should be, and on the screen, I even thought of young girls who didn't study well.
The film will always fall short when it comes to works like Duras.Those detailed descriptions of love, subtle movements, eyes... People who have read books always have their own aesthetics, and the appearance in front of the camera is always different from ours. So I deeply understand the pain of a reader going to the movies again.
Oh God, maybe I'm predisposed.
Most young girls want to mature quickly, so they crave experiences, especially complex and rich ones. The French woman in the film hopes to write about how her mother was deceived and how she wanted to kill her brother... So she becomes more and more presumptuous to accumulate sensitivity and vulnerability and wants to use her own experience to achieve her maturity so that she has enough courage to pick up the pen and write the bizarre, profound things she wanted to write then.
So she started imitating, imitating all mature women, using their looks to get a man's admiration and enough money. She thought she wouldn't. How could a white woman fall in love with a yellow man? She kept suggesting it psychologically and kept telling her family that she fell in love with that man because of money. So she deceived herself and lived every day until the song ended.
When she heard the piano music, she slowly slipped to the ground from behind the pillar and began to cry unrestrainedly. suffocating sadness We are all clever enough to think that feelings that are just playful will never be serious. I don't know that women are born emotional creatures. I felt like a game suddenly became the biggest loser at the end of the game. It turns out that I love that man deeply. It turns out that I lost my youth and time. It turns out that I am so tired...
Life is a joke, and everyone plays games together. Boys on the bus casually play emotional games; girls gather around and talk about love deals... Everyone seems to be used to the rules of this game. Those who are emotionally hurt and those who think they have seen the world, brainwashing and entertaining themselves to the point where the made-up rules make all the cleanest things complicated and disgusting.
That's how life is, and in the end, we are fooled by our own little tricks. Don't pretend to be wise in order to fool life, just as we don't pretend to be mature in our emotions. Not everyone can play with emotions, and even those who can play with emotions can end up tired and even more lonely.
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