It's the kind of good movie ruined by the translated title

Robert 2022-12-23 01:38:58

"Pool Killing Case" inspired my fighting spirit! ! ! The combination of virtual and real narrative is a technique used in many movies. The swimming pool has successfully blurred the boundary between virtual and real. For example, the isomorphism in the field of graphic design "superimposes multiple graphics to form new visual symbols with transcendence and breakthrough". The audience can combine themselves To interpret the feelings and preferences of the movie, this is also the charm of the movie. I think: the characters in the novels of female writers are all imagined based on real characters. Julie appeared in the villa because the publisher mentioned her daughter Julie, so the female writer borrowed the name and imagined a young appearance. Beautiful woman. This girl bears the shadow of her youth, and is also the object of Sarah's jealousy, because she is no longer youthful, and the publisher she loves may have fallen in love with a young girl like this and will not come to accompany her. Sarah's part in the villa is obviously a combination of reality and fiction. The villa butler and bartender are real characters, but the female writer has compiled them into the novel. Julie took the bartender home and tried to seduce him in front of Sarah, but the bartender chose to dance with Sarah and ignore the young girls. Even when they met Julie naked, the bartender resolutely turned around and left the table angrily. Part of it is Sarah's naked lust. Sarah fantasizes that a handsome boy will be madly infatuated with herself and treat young girls as nothing. The next day, Sarah went to the bar to find the bartender. It was a real thing. The bartender did not go to work on time. She gave the masturbation master the wings of fantasy. She imagined the bartender being killed by Julie. Hahahahaha.

Swimming pool! ! ! ! Imagery throughout the title and full text! ! When Sarah first arrived at the villa, she uncovered the corner of the tarpaulin covering the swimming pool and saw the blue water and dead leaves. At this glance, she released a fantasy wild horse. The reality is that this swimming pool has never been opened and used until the second half of the film. Pulling up the tom cloth with her rocker arm, she saw the whole picture of the swimming pool for the first time, and saw a red air bed floating in the pool, so she started the fantasy of Julie lying on it again...

In fact, it’s not that important whether it’s virtual or real. I think the most exciting core of this film is the mental journey of a female writer who is about to enter the old age to re-recognize and accept herself. The bartender and the butler are two symbols. One is Young and vigorous and crazy state and life, the second is the aging and ugly body and exhausted energy and imagination. The stage between the female writer and the housekeeper is not just to release her desires, but to express her aging towards herself. Accepting the state of life is like accepting an ugly old man, accepting the reality of your own age, killing the bartender is also killing those fanatical fantasies and struggling, why bother to use those fresh flesh to prove that you are still young? In the end, she achieved inner peace, realized a new breakthrough in herself, gave up writing detective novels that had been written for decades, and came up with an emotional work. I also left the publisher who was detached from himself, no longer pinned his emotions on him, and independently and confidently said bye bye, and bye bye who no longer loves himself, and bye bye the image of youth and beauty by the pool.

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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.