Cinnabar Mole and Bright Moonlight

Rigoberto 2022-04-20 09:02:57

Today's film is very literary, called Silk.
A story of a man and two women.
a man torn by two worlds

For that illusory oriental woman, for the sentence come back, or I shall die, a
man has traveled almost the entire earth, traveled through mountains and rivers, and went through hunger, cold and suffering, and
came to a small village in Japan to seek the face of a woman.

His wife was waiting for him at home in France.
Outside is the garden he built for his wife, full of lilies.

After the vicissitudes of life, exhausted, he came back. in silence.
Accidentally, he received a letter from Japan,
a lingering love letter, the last of the letter is Farewell.
He knelt before his wife's sick bed and confessed to his wife.
His wife stroked him, saying that, needless to say, she knew everything.

After his wife died, he realized that the person who wrote the letter was the wife.
When his wife was alive, he always wanted to become the oriental woman he missed day and night.
He came to his senses and said it was her.
He was accompanied by a garden full of lilies and endless remorse.

For a man,
his wife is "the bright moonlight in front of the window", while the oriental woman is "the cinnabar mole on the heart".
After losing the bright moonlight, he found out that his wife is actually his own cinnabar mole.

As an actor, I always feel that Keira Knightley lacks a bit of femininity and is a little thin, but her voice is very tense.
The rhythm of the film is slow, and the music is slightly monotonous.
The picture is beautiful, and the lines are very concise.

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Extended Reading
  • Alexys 2022-04-17 09:01:13

    The snow scene is beautiful

  • Carter 2022-04-10 08:01:01

    The picture is beautiful, the story seems too deliberate

Silk quotes

  • Hélène Joncour: What is it?

    Hervé Joncour: It's your garden.

    Hélène Joncour: It's my garden?

    Hervé Joncour: Well, not quite. Not yet. For now, it's a plot of land. Our land. And the house is also ours. This is where we'll grow old Helene.

    Hélène Joncour: But I don't understand...

    Hervé Joncour: The eggs have hatched, they're perfect. This year's production will be huge, and Baldabiou has already paid us our share. We're rich, Helene. We're very very rich!

    Hélène Joncour: [Awestruck] And this for such tiny eggs...

  • Baldabiou: There seems to be some trouble in Japan...