sincere autobiographical novel

Shanna 2022-04-22 07:01:45

The director "Jean-Jacques Arnault" reminded me for a moment that "Jean-Jacques Rousseau" wrote in his Confessions "I am now going to do a difficult job that has no precedent and that no one will follow in the future. A person's true face is exposed naked to the world. This person is me." He dared to challenge the times and society and said bluntly: "No matter when the trumpet of doomsday is sounded. I dare to take this book and go to the supreme judge and say loudly: "Look! This is what I did, this is what I thought, and that's who I was at the time. For good and for evil, I write with equal candor. In the confession he recounts "voyeuristic desires, exhibitionism, incestuous relations with Mrs. Warren, vulgar pleasures with prostitutes, sending one's own children to the nursery, but in the midst of all these shortcomings he recounts, we Perhaps aware of his frankness or lovable shortcomings, rather than thinking that he is a disgusting fellow, that he is deliberately defending himself. In "The Lover" Duras is also an autobiographical novel, we also see To the entanglement of lust and money between the heroine and the hero, but we have a disgusting feeling. This is a common problem of autobiographical novels. The writer will narrate the experience without reservation, but will beautify himself, intentionally or unintentionally, for the sake of Justify yourself.
Wearing a small hat with her hair tied aside, a silk dress, and slightly old high-heeled shoes with sequins, a white girl with red lips was on a smoky, windowless boat with a bunch of debris overhead, holding a pig cage, It is particularly conspicuous among the Vietnamese people wearing bamboo hats. Tony, a rich young man who returned from France in a big black car. The two met unexpectedly in this situation. In the film, "Jane"'s eldest brother left Vietnam by boat. The change in his expression on the boat made me a little puzzled. At the beginning, the tears and crying or the pain caused by the reluctance to leave the family, and the next change is the mouth " "Grumbling" also made a series of actions of reaching into his pockets, counting money, and pulling the corners of his eyes back. I think this is a mockery of Tony? When Tony got married, it reflected the traditional Chinese customs, such as sedan chairs, long robes, and beating gongs and drums. I have a soft spot for the music of that horn. In our villages in the south, a team of horns is used to adjust the atmosphere at weddings and weddings. I play sad and sad songs at funerals, and happy and auspicious melodies at weddings. Whether it's funerals or weddings, I love listening to them play next to the band. The bulging cheeks are very funny, and there are all kinds of people around them. A single player is responsible for one or two instruments. The suona plays a sharp tune, and there is a long instrument that I can't say enough to make a loud, high-pitched sound. It has no tune and can only sound from high to low and from low to high. It's been a long time since I heard the band play such a tune. Maybe my friend got married this year, so I might be lucky enough to hear it. Nowadays, the wedding is held in a hotel, wearing a wedding dress, and sitting in a car is more and more trending towards Western weddings, while sitting in a sedan chair, wearing a robe, inviting traditional bands, our traditional weddings may be eliminated because they are too earthy. A few weddings today, I hope, can bring me back to my childhood memories. Tony's father was lying on the bed, and the servant next to him was smoking opium, and the room was shrouded in a dark and melancholy atmosphere. A cowardly and morbid image of a wealthy and prestigious family is displayed at a glance.
As for the erotic scenes, I think it's very good. I rarely see such beautiful pictures of naked erotica. Liang's body has good proportions and smooth skin, but the skin on his face doesn't look good enough. Many people have mentioned that the heroine's breasts are not beautiful enough, and I am not a girl. How do I know what the breasts of underage girls will look like? I don't comment on them, but I think they are not good-looking enough. The soundtrack suits my appetite very well, soothing and tense. I've always loved monologues in movies, and it's the same here. Liang's Chinese accent English also sounded very good, which inspired me to learn English.
A very good movie, worth watching. If you look at it with erotic eyes, it can be an erotic film; if you look at it with literary eyes, it can also be a literary film. And I look at it with the former mentality, and I found it to be quite literary at the end, haha!

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  • Clay 2022-03-28 09:01:08

    He sent me a paragraph from the original book today so I started watching the movie and it turned into a pure love story and we were concerned with an individual's self-discovery

  • Jimmie 2022-03-22 09:02:30

    As a fan of Duras' original novel, the movie is not easy to watch, for fear of ruining it. Liang Jiahui's temperament basically conforms to the prototype of the novel, which is cowardly, incompetent, violent and simple. I don't like the image of a girl, because it lacks a strong and resistant character. The second half of the film is noticeably better than the first half. What touched me the most in the novel was the picture of a Chinese man bathing a Caucasian woman. I didn't expect the film to be treated coldly and without beauty. "The Lover" can't be filmed, it is peerless.

The Lover quotes

  • Narrator: "Now and then I go back to the house in Sadek. To the horror of the house in Sadek. It's an unbearable place. It's close to death. A place of violence of pain of despair, of dishonour... But it's in this family's dryness in it's incredible harshness that I am the most deeply assured in myself. In the deepest of my essential certainties, all common history of ruin and shame, of love and hate is in my flesh."

  • Narrator: Dusk one evening on board ship, crossing the Indian Ocean under the luminous sky. Suddenly the sound of a Chopin waltz came bursting out from the main lounge. I had tried to play it for months without success. That's why I gave up the piano. There wasn't a breath of wind and the music pervaded the whole ship. I stood up as if to go and throw myself into the sea. Then I did weep because I had thought of my Chinese lover, and I was suddenly not sure that I hadn't been in love with him after all, with a love I hadn't been able to see because it had become lost in the tide of events, like water seeping through sand. Thanks to that music, spreading over the sea and filling the calmest night I have ever known, I could see my love for him for the first time.