Watching this movie reminded me of married life, and like so many of the genre, it's about intimacy. As you can tell from the title, this is a film from a female perspective. So when the male protagonist proposed to separate, went to Australia alone for "treatment", and said that he had stopped taking drugs, the audience, like the female protagonist, was full of doubts in their hearts. The whole film is full of Tony's insecurities, those tears, those hoarse voices, and only after leaving the king can he find the once calm self. The soundtrack of the nightclub, the plot of the sprinkler, the romantic approach, the brightest and darkest moments in love, we can all see it here. At the horse meeting, the horse fell from the seat with excitement, and the highlights seemed to be crazy. However, when the passion recedes and the real marriage life begins, the darkest hour swept in. Don't respect Tony at a friend's party just to put her on the stage. You can guess from the drugstore that he is taking drugs. From the beginning, he said that he is the king of bastards, but love is really blinding. "What about mental abuse? Don't you think it hurts more than hitting me?"
Because of love, he found her to get back together. Because of love, she avoided him.
Ten years after they fell in love, he looked at her wearing the watch he gave, but avoided it; her eyes were full of love, but she no longer took the initiative to attack like ten years ago. They still love each other, but they seem to love each other differently.
What doesn't change is that ten years later, her gaze towards him is still the same as ten years ago.
I still remember what the doctor said at the beginning, the knee can only be bent backwards, hurting the knee, just like her attitude towards love, she can't just give in.
PS: Vincent is really fascinating! The styling here makes me feel like Vincent oh my gosh
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