I had nothing to do the other day. I flipped through the DVD I bought on the street and found that there was a DVD I hadn't seen before, and the name was so convincing, so I sat down and took a look. "Fatal Tenderness", the Chinese version is translated like this, but I prefer to put it bluntly and simply: Kill me tenderly. I accidentally discovered that this is a work by Chen Kaige. It was absolutely unexpected. This turned out to be the first foreign language film between Director Chen and Hollywood. It is said that because of his inaccurate grasp of Western culture, he not only did not make money for Director Chen. He gained fame and fortune, and he didn't even have the chance to be released. Only a simple DVD version was released, which was finally inexplicably spread into the hands of the people of the motherland. I don't know what Director Chen felt. Objectively speaking, this movie is not as unbearable and bad as the legend says. At least I was shocked by the suspenseful plot after watching it, or it was because an Oriental like me didn’t know the western culture very well. So the interpretation of Director Chen is still acceptable. The young heroine is an orphan with no father, no mother, no relatives and no cause, with a stable job and a good boyfriend. This kind of life is perfect for outsiders. One day on the way to work, she and a man accidentally pressed the signal light for pedestrians to cross the street. The moment the finger touched the finger, the legendary love came to her heart. Dark red lined with navy blue long skirts are scattered. On the soft carpet, a love affair captures a woman's heart. She broke up with her boyfriend and ran away on a cold night to the so-called temple of love. Signal man, just call him that. He is a mountaineer and lost his last girlfriend in an avalanche. He has a handsome face and gentle eyes that are slightly nervous. When the girl fell into his arms, his mountaineering career just stagnated. This man also has an older sister. The lightning-like wedding and anonymous threatening letters appeared in the mailbox in time. She began to discover his violent tendencies, so she curiously opened a locked cabinet door. All the items, letters, and photos of several girlfriends who were too late to deal with. The only thing in common is that they are no longer alive, so death becomes suspicious and passionate here. She gradually doubted her husband, and with a little clue, she began to search for the truth. The investigation did not go smoothly. Soon the signal man also discovered his wife's unprovoked investigation. There was an irreparable rift between the two originally in love. The feelings were like the tension of the strings in the cold air, and the broken posture was thrilling. He said, why don't you believe me? A rope tied her to the dining table, and the poor man and woman were tortured by fear and disappointment. The so-called Love, but remains in the bed that we slept with yesterday. She no longer believed his words, and fled in panic, just like she had left that plain boyfriend at the beginning, and flinched to avoid him in the dark and cold night. In desperation, she fled to the gentle sister and told her the whole story. Her eyes were full of sympathy and comfort. So my dear sister took out a small climbing gear, which is said to be the key equipment used to support the climber’s body weight. She told the girl that the woman who died in a climbing accident used this gadget. Of course, it was People have been exchanged, so it is causing tragedy... The truth seems to have come to light. The two women went to the family cemetery to unearth the body of the other girlfriend. If they were really under a sculpture, they had harvested. To be precise, this young wife found a female corpse with a beautiful necklace on her neck, exactly the same as the one her sister gave to her... But at this time her sister had already revealed a brutal appearance. She wanted to kill her younger brother’s previous girlfriends, and kill the woman in front of her who took her brother... But the ending was plain. The sister of brother fetish was hit by a flare in the chaotic self-defense struggle. Unfortunately, although the climber who came to rescue rescued his wife, he did not hesitate to divorce her. From then on, the yin and yang are separated from each other or within a short distance, it is the arrangement that fate cannot escape, returning to the peaceful life, it becomes ordinary again. I always remember the man asking sadly: Why don’t you believe me? For a long time, doubt and hurt always seem to be an indispensable partner of love. People who love each other have no other choice but to suspicion each other, and lose their original ability to love. We can love each other, but we can't get along. His or her past seems to have a more important meaning to us... What kind of truth is this? We did our best to fight for it, but it's just this full of curious questions and complaints? Love is not murder, but a firm belief and pursuit in our hearts. If you can still trust him, trust me, you are in love. … The truth seems to be white. The two women went to the family cemetery to unearth the body of another girlfriend. If they were really under a sculpture, they had gained. To be precise, this young wife found a female corpse with a beautiful necklace on her neck, exactly the same as the one her sister gave to her... But at this time her sister had already revealed a brutal appearance. She wanted to kill her younger brother’s previous girlfriends, and kill the woman in front of her who took her brother... But the ending was plain. The sister of brother fetish was hit by a flare in the chaotic self-defense struggle. Unfortunately, although the climber who came to rescue rescued his wife, he did not hesitate to divorce her. From then on, the yin and yang are separated from each other or within a short distance, it is the arrangement that fate cannot escape, returning to the peaceful life, it becomes ordinary again. I always remember the man asking sadly: Why don’t you believe me? For a long time, doubt and hurt always seem to be an indispensable partner of love. People who love each other have no other choice but to suspicion each other, and lose their original ability to love. We can love each other, but we can't get along. His or her past seems to have a more important meaning to us... What kind of truth is this? We did our best to fight for it, but it's just this full of curious questions and complaints? Love is not murder, but a firm belief and pursuit in our hearts. If you can still trust him, trust me, you are in love. … The truth seems to be white. The two women went to the family cemetery to unearth the body of another girlfriend. If they were really under a sculpture, they had gained. To be precise, this young wife found a female corpse with a beautiful necklace on her neck, exactly the same as the one her sister gave to her... But at this time her sister had already revealed a brutal appearance. She wanted to kill her younger brother’s previous girlfriends, and kill the woman in front of her who took her brother... But the ending was plain. The sister of brother fetish was hit by a flare in the chaotic self-defense struggle. Unfortunately, although the climber who came to rescue rescued his wife, he did not hesitate to divorce her. From then on, the yin and yang are separated from each other or within a short distance, it is the arrangement that fate cannot escape, returning to the peaceful life, it becomes ordinary again. I always remember the man asking sadly: Why don’t you believe me? For a long time, doubt and hurt always seem to be an indispensable partner of love. People who love each other have no other choice but to suspicion each other, and lose their original ability to love. We can love each other, but we can't get along. His or her past seems to have a more important meaning to us... What kind of truth is this? We did our best to fight for it, but it's just this full of curious questions and complaints? Love is not murder, but a firm belief and pursuit in our hearts. If you can still trust him, trust me, you are in love. ... What kind of truth is this love? We did our best to fight for it, but it's just this full of curious questions and complaints? Love is not murder, but a firm belief and pursuit in our hearts. If you can still trust him, trust me, you are in love. ... What kind of truth is this love? We did our best to fight for it, but it's just this full of curious questions and complaints? Love is not murder, but a firm belief and pursuit in our hearts. If you can still trust him, trust me, you are in love.
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