Like a desire

Theron 2022-05-27 18:25:03

Hou Xiaoxian's movie, where the camera is placed, is the sound of grass and trees, and the world is naked and spread out. Realism is nature and life. In Ou Rong's lens, desire is spread out, and there is a hint of darkness.

Sarah looked conservative, meticulous, and low-key. It is completely different from the young and high-profile Julie. But in the movie, we can see that her disgust towards Julie at the beginning is actually fascinated and yearning. Young and attractive body, the freedom to drink and revel, and sing songs every night. The film shots advanced layer by layer, and her emotions and desires were pushed away layer by layer.

At the beginning of the movie, we followed Sarah and watched the outline of her life. What we saw seemed to be a lady with a weird temper, innocent and noble. See the mediocre record of her life. And the Julie we see is Julie under Sarah's gaze, a woman's peep of another woman. Therefore, from this perspective, we have spied on her seductive body, slutty life, and her secrets, and we have an unspeakable feeling in our eyes.

Sarah's identity for herself has been swinging between "julie" and "julie's mother". She secretly drinks, overhears Julie's making love downstairs, and takes away her underwear and diary. At this time, she is still longing for a shadow of Julie, an observer. If the language of the lens is full of desire, then when Sarah truly has the inner satisfaction of being a "julie", she is clearly written down by the lens in the form of a picture. In the picture, the woman's bare feet-thighs-hips-waist-woman's face by the water in the sun. Further up, a man and an unidentified look. The same shot recorded Julie twice, the last time it was Sarah, with a contented smile on her face, lying in the spot where she often peeped. She walked out of the observer's perspective, she made up for the incompleteness of her heart, and she became a "julie" who dared to release her desires.

Julie killed someone, her face faded, her high-profile and presumptuous no longer. Sarah's identity has changed from Julie's observer to Julie, and once again turned to Julie's protector. What's interesting is that after killing someone, Julie cried and said that it was for her novel, which just made us realize that Julie has actually become Sara's observer and adherent. Finally, she handed over the mother's manuscript and left. We can interpret it as the completion of the novel, Sarah’s growth has ended, and Julie no longer needs to exist. So here, I personally prefer Julie's story to be the personification of Sarah's heart.

At the end of the movie, the real Julia appeared. Sarah and Julie/Julia waved and smiled. In fact, isn't it telling us whether Julie is true or not or who is not important anymore, this is Sarah's story from beginning to end.

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Swimming Pool quotes

  • Julie: [sauntering over to Sarah's lounge chair, bikini bottom without the top, long legs, bare breasts, charming raw European accent] You not too hot?

    [the older woman wakes up, startled]

    Julie: Sorry I woke you up.

    Sarah Morton: [composing herself] No.

    [sitting up]

    Sarah Morton: I was just dozing.

    Julie: [soft laugh, casually sitting down flat next to Sarah's deck chair, not at all mindful of her lack of dress] You must be working too hard. You should take a swim in the pool. The water is cold. It will wake you up.

    Sarah Morton: Ah, well, thank you for your advice, but I absolutely loathe swimming pools.

    Julie: Yeah, I know what you mean. I prefer the sea too. The ocean,

    [smiling fondly]

    Julie: the crashing waves, that feeling of danger that you could loose footing and be swept away... Pools are boring, there's no excitement, its just a big bathtub.

    Sarah Morton: [coldly summing up] It's more like a cesspool of living bacteria.

    Julie: [looking back, clearly more optimistic about life] Oh that? No, it's just a bit of dirt and leaves.

    [Sarah nods, unconvinced, set in her ways]

    Julie: So, what are you writing? A romance novel?

    Sarah Morton: [smirks at the very thought] God, no, I write crime fiction.

    Julie: Oh, yeah.

    [disapprovingly:]

    Julie: That's how he makes his money.

    Sarah Morton: [haughtily] And that's how he can afford to buy a beautiful house in France for his daughter to enjoy.

    Julie: [slight frown, reminded of her status as Daddy's girl] What about you? Are your books selling well?

    Sarah Morton: [grimly] I can't complain.

    Julie: [chummily] What is this one about?

    Sarah Morton: [as if to quell her enthusiasm by pouring cold water over her] Murders. And the police investigation.

    Julie: [giggling] In the Luberon? With rich English stories?

    Sarah Morton: [her impatience now all-out] Listen, if you don't mind, I do have work to do.

    Julie: Okay! I leave you alone, Miss Marple. I need to make some phone calls anyway.

    [walks off, her wedge heels clattering, leaving Sarah to the emptiness of her departure]

  • Julie: [in French; subtitled] AHH! You scared me!

    Sarah Morton: [in French] Who are you? What are you doing in my house?

    Julie: [in French] Your house? This is my house! I should be asking you.

    [short pause; now speaking English]

    Julie: Are you English?

    Sarah Morton: [in English] That's correct. I'm Sarah Morton, I'm a writer and my publisher, John Bosload, is letting me have this house.

    Julie: Ah, so you're Daddy's latest conquest.

    Sarah Morton: You're his daughter?

    Julie: So what? He didn't say I was coming?

    Sarah Morton: No, he didn't tell me you were coming.

    Julie: I'm not surprised. Is he here?

    Sarah Morton: No, I'm here on my own and I'm here to work, and not expecting visitors.

    Julie: [lights a cigarette] So he's not here.

    Sarah Morton: Are you going to be staying long?

    Julie: I don't know. I don't have much work these days. So, which bedroom did you take?

    Sarah Morton: The one upstairs overlooking the pool.

    Julie: Of course. That's the best one. Well, I better unpack.