The first time I saw a lover was when I lived in a dormitory. I hadn't read Marguerite Duras's original book at that time. I saw Leung Ka Fai's smooth buttocks wriggling and his face was red. Probably this repeated scene stimulated me to compare to Marguerite Duras at that time. Too pure of heart, I didn't watch the following movie seriously, and the memory that remained over the years was the noisy and hot dark room on the street.
Today is the second time to watch Lover. Of course, I have read the well-known original book, but I don't seem to understand it very well, and what remains is a few fragments of the author's wonderful description. Maybe it's because I'm naive, and I still need to be enlightened about reading. After watching the movie with the vision of "the author's narcissism, a novel about coming of age", I really want to go out for a walk...
Maybe I don't know the car that is parked in the secret place. How painful is a person, but I know how it feels like she is still suppressing the pain in her heart when she stares at the embankment for a long time on the boat.
What's hard to let go of is the strange combination of a young body and a prematurely mature mind. I don't think she is very beautiful standing on the rail. In the book, he said that he prefers her old age. At the end of the movie, we are left with the back of a woman who is burying herself in writing a book, and a gray window. I can do my best to imagine how beautiful she is.
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