and
eternal, the latter is already rotten light of my life
, fire of my loins my
sin, my soul Rimbaud is a blond boy like my dear great soul, domineering and arrogant, Nietzsche said, I am the sun, why don't the boy want to be the sun, wantonly burning his poetic life, embracing eternity, such dazzling brilliance, bright and moving attracted Verland to be obsessed with himself. Among them, the glue until the wings was melted by the heat and fell into the sea. It's a pity that the young man has been chasing the sun, but he can't become the sun. He is just a candle, with Verland, burning the best time, hell season, burnt to ashes. A few scenes that are particularly impressive: the teenager and Verland passed by at the train station, explored, teased, looked at each other, turned and left. As if summed up their later life. The boy stabbed Verland's right hand on the table with a knife. Love is so light to the young man, he completely denied the existence of love, but he was forced to carry the weight of Verland's love for his soul. The conflict was finally relieved at the end, and the young man replaced it with a kiss in the same scene. The veil floated in front of the boy's eyes, and he was traveling in a dream of where the cracked earth was going. There was a momentary illusion that it was the memory of the young man lying on the wooden sedan bed at the end. Dreams and reality were intertwined. Is it the young man dreaming about his future, or the future young man reminiscing about the past. In the season of writing hell in the countryside, the teenager sometimes let the sun mottled on his face with his hands, and sometimes wept in a trance. Those his best times, those his worst times. After Verland was released from prison, he saw the boy again. The boy asked him to choose between spirit and flesh, and chose Verland of the body. Is it the powerlessness of not being able to grasp the soul, or he has already seen the empty chest of the boy without soul. I have found, eternity, where the sun and the sea meet each other
Verlaine is in the sea, Rimbaud is in the sun, where their souls meet, leaving poetry eternal.
There is no doubt about Leo's acting skills in the film. Although Rimbaud was a little powerless when he was middle-aged, he was still young after all. He turned his face sideways, smiled, blond hair spread on his cheeks, and there was light flowing in his eyes, which was full of brilliance, that is Rimbaud, Rimbaud... How can people not be tempted.
Thewils, covered by leo's light, is like Verland who hides behind Rimbaud. Even if he is often overlooked, Rimbaud would not be Rimbaud without him, and Leo would not be so gorgeous. Tucao, Thewils has beautiful hands, pale slender and sensitive, with rounded nails, perfect for display on ivory keys. When writing after watching
, there is always a tendency to write lyrical narratives. Maybe empathy has the urge to code words.
There are not many at the end, and very few can turn this little emotion into a bad movie review.
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