Regarding the predicament that women cannot break free

Destin 2022-10-10 12:51:13

The beginning of the film was rainy weather, and the female writer in the tram was recognized by readers, but she was unwilling to admit her identity. After arriving at the publishing house, Sara, a female writer who felt neglected, was impatiently dealt with by the editor. Obviously, this publishing house relied on Sara's detective novels, and Sara was tired of writing best-selling books. For so many years, perhaps it was just because of her love with male editors that she maintained her determination to continue writing best-selling books. But now, the male editor has his own family and daughter, Sara has only an elderly mother.

The whole pool incident was just Sara's conjecture, starting from her sitting in front of her own window. Julie is Sara's fantasy, the girl's life she yearns for, free and bohemian. From Sara's clothes and way of speaking, it can be seen that she is a rather conservative woman, trapped in secular life and hopeless lust. And Julie is the opposite of her, she has no scruples and never misses.

In the first half of the film, Sara and Julie are incompatible. Perhaps it is the contradiction between Sara's inner personality. In the second half, when she learned that Julie had killed Frank, instead of being shocked, she calmly helped Julie bury the body, showing that Julie's side had already defeated Sara's side. Frank symbolizes the male's control and oppression of Sara. Sara's heart desires to get rid of her desire for men but can't do it. Finally, Julie helped her complete it.

Julie is Sara's fantasy mixed memories. In the film, there are multiple shots of Sara and Julie lying by the swimming pool. The shadow of Julie is reflected in the water, reminiscent of the story of the ancient Greek mythology echo, and Julie is Sara's echo.

Finally, the director made it clear that everything was only Sara's imagination, but Sara gave the book to the real Julia, the daughter of the male editor. This may be a kind of reminder or warning, to give up the illusion about marriage, family or men, the value of women does not need to be defined by others.

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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.