The film tells a story: a couple of lovers came to New York and met after their girlfriend finished an hour of work to spend a wonderful day together. However, the city has its own arrangements, and the two of them have developed their own experiences... The heroine went to interview the idol director with a huge and charming voice, and watched the unreleased film with the screenwriter (excuse me? Is this Jude Law?). I also ran into an actor who was so handsome that he was going to spray a nosebleed. The three men fell in love with her mentally, emotionally, and physically, ... Oh, please, director, you are too much, put a young and beautiful girl on In this situation, how do you expect the audience to judge her morally? You say you can? Please, touch your chest first, be honest, unless you are dogmatic and boring, unless you have no interest in complexity and multiple levels, unless you love your current boyfriend enough, unless... Then, you can’t resist. On this point of honesty, French film is simply an excellent class representative. Go and copy your homework. The class representative will say: Go, dear, this is an experience, you need to experience what you should experience, I will always love you. ——Of course, just admire the realm of class representatives. Regardless of temptation or yearning, for a 21-year-old girl, what good judgments are there. After all, she needs to experience everything on her own, she doesn't need to talk about it, she doesn't need to spoil the truth, and she doesn't even need the protagonist's indifferent forgiveness. As for the hero, dare the director give him a pair of wide-brimmed glasses? Talking about the fan, the juvenile version of Woody Allen. The male protagonist ran into a male classmate who was making a movie on the street (what do you wear a pair of wide-brimmed glasses for?), and acted in a kiss scene with the sister of his ex-girlfriend. It’s a bit unpleasant to watch such a baby-faced girl all kinds of viciousness. Habits, (as long as the director likes it)
Later, it rained. I have to admit that rain is a kind of emotion. At that moment, the whole movie scene begins to become romantic... The most romantic scene in my heart is that the male lead plays the piano in the female second’s living room, and the female second listens to it while changing clothes in the bedroom. A wall is separated, only music and singing are flowing. There is no emotion, almost blank, the beauty of music surrounds three-dimensional in this picture, and it is extremely romantic. As for the subsequent conversation, the confession in the art gallery, and even the conversation between the hero and his mother to promote intimacy, the plot is late at night, the crowd dispersed, and the two lovers finally get together again. The rain also drenched the hostess's clothes, echoing the night he dated Amy. The day is finally over. The next day, the male lead said to the female lead on the carriage, you go back, I decided to stay in New York, where my life is. The hostess wanted the coachman to stop the car and ask. Suddenly, it started to rain again. The hostess said to the coachman, it's raining, please hurry up (send me to the hotel). This sentence is really interesting. Who doesn't have his own world and needs to continue to experience it, and it's raining again? I never like to preach, the director can't, the audience can't, I can't, you can't. All words with a judge tone are boring. To see and feel, this is all meaning.
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