I heard a music disc about an Oscar-winning film before, including "The Lover", and I got a general understanding of it through the cut clips. Because the hair was not tied at that time, and the selective education was blocked, It's easy to think about sex, and the description of sex in "The Lover" gave me a strong visual impact at least, so I remember "The Lover".
But I didn't expect that the parting from "The Lover" was so close Ten years ago, when I was casually flipping through books in the library today, I happened to come across Duras' "The Lover" on the shelf. It wasn't long to read it, so I decided to read it, so that I could pick up my childhood memories (after all, I cut The passages make the story look dry), and secondly, being single can be inspirational.
The novel's depiction of the psychological state of women in love and Roland Barthes's deconstruction of love are both amazingly similar, but the change of personal pronouns is amazing. It is implied that he is only half-understood, and when he has the opportunity, he will definitely find a Chinese classmate to discuss one or two. As for the plot of the story, there is no need to say much. After reading the original book, in the aftertaste, I feel like "the same as in the past... He said that she loves her and will When I love him until he dies", how can another sentence echo "one year less, one month less, one day less, one hour less is not a lifetime", scares me... Fortunately, I am very "straight".. It's just a joke. A necklace of love linked by time, and the only lobster clasp when the heart is first met. The trembling hands can not only open the door of a girl's heart, but also grasp the emotional line of their own. Mysterious love... Some people say that marriage is a love grave, but does marriage bury "his" love? No. Does that marriage bury the love of Hisagi ("Paradise Lost" male protagonist)? Neither. What should I worry about in marriage? Although a thousand people have a thousand love scales, at least I can choose myself.
Speaking of the movie, the childhood memories + the emotion of the original book made me have double expectations for this movie. Sure enough, the film lived up to expectations, very exquisite. In terms of details, even if I like crying in the corner of the room, it adds a tangled knob in the car that I never thought of. The film is commendable in terms of lens selection. The reverie about the senses in the original book is well explained in this film. But looking at the whole film, it has to be said that it has changed a lot from the original, which can be said to be scratching the head. For commercial purposes, it’s okay to omit most of the “me” in the original work, and even pinched my most sad time-travelling phone call. In fact, it was this phone call that I was waiting for... I can’t help but feel very sad! Very sad...
Maybe women who have experienced the hardships of the years will not be naive enough to look back to find the figure in the depths of those years, but they cannot suppress the passion and desire floating in the heart like clouds.
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