There is no doubt that I have a special love for the new wave and French literary films, starting from "Jules and Jim", "Lovers in the New Bridge" once again confirmed my unreasonable love for them, it was a hit and miss, no Suspenseful.
I love Juliet. Binoche. A very tense actor. Watching her dancing wildly under the fireworks on the flyover, the dance was not aesthetically pleasing, but it was very simple and real. It's my type, not pretentious. When I finally met Alex in Shimbashi, when I told the joke about "Happy Man", I laughed so cutely and so arrogantly. At that time, Alex had been happily doing somersaults on the railings of the new bridge, "Just today, just today, hahahaha" I have never seen such a pair, they are as innocent as children.
I like Alex, a little guy with a naked upper body and a slightly protruding belly. I don't understand why he can love so firmly without a trace of doubt and inferiority. In prison, when Micheal went to see him, Micheal said: "There are things I haven't told you yet. . I thought I was helpless to forget you. . . . But Alex said: Why forget me? I'm waiting.
The combination of artist and wanderer is so bizarre, what binds them together is Alex's fearless and ignorant love, and Micheal's truth. Perhaps the essence of art is innocence.
The emotional climax of the two was to go to see the sea, and the part of running wild on the beach was very interesting, too happy, too carried away.
But to sum up, all the French films I like have one thing in common, love, and downplaying morality. It seems that romance and rules can never be put together. In fact, it can be shown that the essence of my person also has these, just seek the truth, not afraid of others.
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