I am always moved by the sincerity of the French films that regard feelings as beliefs. Michelle can't tell her past. It doesn't matter what the past is. The real madness at the moment is worthy of love. Alex burns the person who posted the poster looking for Michelle with the car, and the fire is raging like love. Thinking of Sophie Marceau's excited saying in "Heartfire", "My belief is invincible, and I can stop it." Thinking of that poem is so familiar, even if I forget Yuan Haowen, I will never forget "ask what love is in the world, and let life and death promise each other", which makes my heart really shocked and vaguely understand that kind of power. However, perhaps this power is not easily felt by everyone, and most people abandon the fatal speed of life at the moment when it is too strong and too dangerous to live. They, Xinqiao, have been disappointed with life, let themselves be sloppy and try to find out what life is. The two will not lie, but take the entire city, the history of the 200th anniversary as a footnote, to stubbornly test their life can bloom to what extent. Strip everything and leave love alone, and see how gorgeous it can be. This is the charm of French cinema, when sincerely holding feelings in the palm of your hand, you can turn your head and disdainly blow away everything else including decency, status, etc., and then stubbornly move forward. At the end of the film, Binoche said, "Let's go to the Atlantic too," and cried happily. He turned to look at Alex and smiled at each other. The splendor of love was more shocking than the 200th anniversary celebration in Paris.
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