A story about a European exchange student, which is very calm from beginning to end. There are few climaxes, but there are also climaxes. They come from different regions and have different mother tongues. Everyone meets in this enthusiastic Spanish city, from distrust to smile to familiarity, to meeting and separation. This year, a lot of sparks can be sparked from misunderstanding and understanding. Every seemingly parallel person finally meets at one point, and then drifts away. This meeting point is this clip of Mendy's boyfriend's visit, or this whole year.
The film is surprisingly bland. I am afraid that it is difficult to watch if it is not resonant. It is like a boring documentary. The jokes are also limited to cultural differences. Most of them are cold. In a strange country, the collision of emotions is more primitive and intense, from confusion, to confusion, to confusion, Radiohead’s No surprises interspersed in the middle, although the lyrics are not much connected, the feelings are in place, especially in the part of separation. Xavier returned to Paris and said his final farewell to his girlfriend. He walked on the streets of Paris. Everything in front of him was so familiar but so far away. Then he cried. With the curious eyes and shots of passers-by, Xavier's sadness belonged to him, and This is also a typical.
After experiencing transnational cultural exchanges, we are no longer an independent nationality. Not French, not Spanish, not Belgian, not British. No matter which place we have stayed in, there are more or less different feelings, and only by loving it can we truly integrate into this environment. Perhaps in that street, we have walked countless times, in these countless days, we have laughed, complained, wild, and cursed, mixed with joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, when we stood on this street for the last time. , Will sink into that kind of sentimental quagmire; those who have experienced it, one year, two years, several months, a few days, when remembering that this may be the last meeting, they will not give up; in this last At the moment, the previous unhappiness has long been separated, and the heart can contain everything.
We carnival in the streets of Spain, strolling in the afternoon in France, switching to English, French, and Spanish languages, and even completely mixed together, all of which make us feel familiar, but completely far away from us, inwardly The distance forced into this gap, "I am in Paris, but there is no Parisian around." Yorke's voice is melancholy, and these should not cast us over that layer of melancholy. No matter which country we are in, we only exist as human beings without nationality. After all, people are lonely after all, so why bother to find a place for themselves. Te amo, Barcelona; Je t'aime, paris.
Finally, everything starts here, about freedom and our future.
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