The hostess took her son away from home. She tried to live an active life, becoming a party queen, flirting with others, or playing games with her son that she had played with Lawrence countless times in a clean home. But she and we both understand that these have no effect on the pain in the heart. She would cry bitterly in the shower, sadness overwhelming everything. Nothing can fill the emptiness that cannot be compared with the one you love day and night, and nothing can compare to the biggest and most deadly emptiness in the world. Life is as usual again, working, traveling, cooking, reading, falling in love and getting married. If you bear the unstoppable pain and enthusiasm, you will not be able to truly embrace the so-called reality, and it will be difficult to feel the happiness that transcends everything.
One day the hostess received a book from Lawrence, and he finally wrote a book, and the content is even all about their past. I really like the movie's technique. The hostess was sitting in the white living room, almost trembling open the book and began to read, and then the water poured down from the wall behind her like a waterfall, turned into a curtain, turned into a beast, and flooded all her pretending life. She wrote a letter to Lawrence: "You have crossed the borders of my life, the borders of my city, and the borders of my streets. The only thing left is my front entrance." Lawrence left his later girlfriend and rushed to find another city. she. Right or wrong, but life always needs a bit of reckless honesty to get a little bit of color, doesn't it? The uncontrollable human nature is here.
At the end of the movie, they still quarreled and separated. Lawrence said that they never wrote a letter or phone, and he no longer really knew what he was looking forward to. When he thought so, his face was smiling. Goodbye afterwards, both of them were proficient in their own life trajectory, and then they talked like friends-it was really like the final ending of most people who have ever loved so deeply. Talk about dreams and life, and still cry when it comes to love. But in fact, with the long-lasting and unwilling love in my heart, the result is not bad, and I don't always complain about the pain when I think of it. What can I regret for everything I have done for love? There are so few things in this world that really make us reluctant to be attached, but these are few and few, and they may not be able to create any "results" in the practical sense. They are supporting us to travel through the mountains and rivers and walk through the darkest places. , Not really desperate.
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