love is a war

It is difficult to determine whether this is a literary film, but it would be biased to say that it is an autobiographical film of Tolstoy. The director uses extreme quarrels and desperate contradictions to describe a story about love, which sounds contradictory. When love becomes possession, a war of self-defense is inevitable.

When the countess smashed the plate on the dining table because of her anger, as a bystander, Valentin's fatigue was obvious, and the tragic war was witnessed through the eyes of a bystander.

What love is, it is tolerance, understanding, and giving. easy to say, hard to do. The fusion of the two souls is not as logical as imagined. The prison sentence is imposed in the name of love, and the damage caused by the irrational words and actions in the quarrel erodes the little remaining love little by little.

I really can't say anything about this film, maybe if I watch this film again after many years, I will have a different feeling. No matter right or wrong, love is right, no regrets.

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