But was pleasantly surprised. The story lines and characters are so scattered, the structure is so smooth and compact, and the impression of a French film is procrastinated and dull. It's not that "plain" is bad, but that being able to express "plain" vividly is more of a skill.
Clip bells and whistles. It's so fancy that ordinary audiences don't feel bored, and they don't feel that they can't understand it. It's a realm. Of course, the photography and post-production must have spent a lot of money, not every film has this condition.
Binoche was also pleasantly surprised. At the beginning of the movie, she felt that it was boring, but the old drama still felt a little different. For example, at the party, she was revived to arouse her feelings for men, which was very layered.
The music is very Parisian. There's almost as much music as there are characters, but everyone in each passage won't leave you unimpressed.
The two scenes that shocked me the most were the sudden death of the woman in the fruit stand. The picture conveyed that suddenness, and it was when we always associated "death" with the man with heart disease. well done.
The second is having sex in the slaughterhouse. The plump woman stands in the upside-down large frozen meat. The icy meat and the lively and fragrant meat look at each other in the same scene. There is an unusual atmosphere, which touches the heart. Something like Chinese Zen.
In addition to the established proposition of the man with heart disease, the above are probably the two most contrived places in this film, but you will not realize it.
When I walked out of the cinema, I sighed, why are our films so contrived?
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