Pool murder case: Memories are the safest

Giuseppe 2022-11-08 23:49:49

The body has been buried under the grass beside the swimming pool.

Julie asked Sara: Why are you helping me?

Sarah glanced at Julie: Memories are the safest.

The audience understood Sarah's meaning before Julie:

1. People are dead, no matter who killed the truth, the gossip eating people will guess and believe that I killed it.

2. I am jealous that your youth has robbed my handsome guy, which makes sense.

3. You are jealous that my charm has taken away your handsome guy. This is unscientific.

4. Take the initiative to become an accomplice, this truth can only exist in the memories of you and me.

5. Memories are the safest.

6. Because we can remember on our own, instead of being forced to explain, it is enough to prove that we are all safe, free, and innocent.

7. I am full of spring dreams, but I can't take off other people's clothes. You helped me and stripped him off. Now, it's my turn to help you get rid of sin.

Ordinary people intervene in other people's lives and enjoy other people's lives. For example, in the movie "You Long Xi Feng", Marilyn Monroe is in love with the overbearing president. Except for the male audience, everyone is happy.

Single female writers who write detective novels intervene in other people's lives and enjoy other people's lives. For example, in the movie "Pool Love Murder", Frank became a victim of the conflict in the lives of two women.

The old woman lacks inspiration.

Little girl, lack of love.

The old woman found inspiration through Frank's tragic death. For a detective novel, the so-called inspiration puts it bluntly, that is, "who can I arrange to die?" How is the strangeness of "death", the ambiguity of "death", the restlessness of "death", and the relentlessness of "death".

The little girl got love for killing Frank, and she did not hesitate to tolerate, take responsibility, and help like her mother.

There is only a pool of clear water, seeing all the naked beauty and ugliness, embracing all the naked fragrance and smell, knowing that Frank is a ghost for the dead.

The most damn man, in London, sitting in his office, his face full of weather, enjoying his memories.

Memories are the safest.

Because, those women, besides co-writing a book, selling horror and tenderness, spurning men's injustice and social injustice, what can they do?

Me Too can't reach me.

Volunteer for Romantic.

This is a natural law.

You'll Never Walk Alone.

Be willing.

Remark:

Ou Rong, director's work, Swimming Pool (2003)

102 minutes for the original film, 90 minutes for iQiyi, 12 minutes for the disappearance, find it yourself.

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Extended Reading

Swimming Pool quotes

  • Sarah Morton: When someone keeps an entire part of their life secret from you, it's fascinating and frightening.

  • 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]