Just a few words

Barrett 2022-01-13 08:02:05

I don't know if I can say that, "Lover" and Dulas have been subjected to a strong and turbulent wave of misreading today.
The lust between Chinese men and French girls. It is not so much lust as it is their thirst for life.
Because of fear.
The fear of one's own existence is meaningless and without evidence.
So from another flesh, another life that is intertwined and painfully entangled with myself, I found myself and recorded myself. It is not over yet, it has become a legend. Already thinking: after many years, I will remember.
Otherwise, why fall in love, there is no reason to fall in love, is it just lust? Rather, it is the lust for oneself.
Save yourself from sex and love. Save yourself from a silent disappearance. That kind of disappearance, that kind of irretrievable, unrememberable, frightening and sad, like water disappearing into sand.
The sound of the tides of the Mekong River, the rainy season in Vietnam, the vitality of tropical plants, the love derived for existence.

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Extended Reading
  • Lemuel 2022-03-20 09:02:26

    First of all, to give Leung Ka Fai's body a compliment when he was young, it was bloody. Secondly, I like the words and deeds of the heroine in it, neither humble nor overbearing, gentle and elegant, which is worth learning from and imitating. In addition, it is said that Duras initially matched Agatha, but it was a pity that he did not match his age. I like the fast-edited close-ups in a few clips, the lighting is in place, and the emotions are in place. It is a movie that makes people watch very emotional.

  • Brent 2022-03-19 09:01:07

    When the ship drove away at the end, the appearance of the black RV was the most touching picture of the entire movie.

The Lover quotes

  • [first lines]

    Narrator: Very early in my life, it was too late. At eighteen it was already too late. At eighteen I aged. This aging was brutal. This aging, I saw it spread over my features, one by one. Instead of being frightened by it, I saw this aging of my face with the same sort of interest I might have taken for example in the reading of a book. That new face I kept it. It's kept the same contours, but its matter is destroyed. I have a destroyed face. Let me tell you again: I'm fifteen and a half. It's the crossing of a ferry on the Mekong.

  • [last lines]

    Narrator: Years after the war, after the marriages, the children, the divorces, the books, he had come to Paris with his wife. He had phoned her. He was intimidated; his voice trembled, and with the trembling it had found the accent of China again. He knew she'd begun writing books. He had also heard about the younger brother's death. He had been sad for her. And then he had no more to tell her. And then he told her - he had told her that it was as before, that he still loved her, that he would never stop loving her, that he would love her until his death.