Night Blue-Dark Surge-Desire

Cullen 2022-01-17 08:02:46

The composition is classical and beautiful, the picture is gloomy and elegant (in some places, directors or photographers have been immersed in the world's printmaking masterpieces for many years), and the background music is also intricate-Zhang Chi's turbulent undercurrent promotes the plot; the protagonist is also calm and perfect Immaculately nested in every moment of solidification, the

story itself is not too twisty and fascinating. It is just a touch of swaying night blue, the desire of men and women in the town to dry up, and the male protagonist is at a loss in the relationship between men and women- -It seems to have run out of emotions, indifferent, and always meet such and such women,

and the heroine is not as garish as you think, no, the dry heart can only be redeemed by looking back...

thinking about it , The story is gradually resolved and sinking into the bottom of the river, as if the ups and downs of oil paintings that settled in the mind, on which are portrayed the desire of the world to flow constantly, carrying the feelings of prostration and exhaustion like floating corpses.

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Young Adam quotes

  • Les Gault: What'd you do that for?

    Joe Taylor: I had no use for it.

    Les Gault: Must be worth something, though.

    Joe Taylor: Not to me.

  • Joe Taylor: I think she went to a bridge fully dressed and stood there breathing the warm night air. And she took off her jacket and folded it neatly on the ground. And then she unbuttoned her blouse and undid her brassiere and let it drop down on top of the other clothes. And she'd unbutton her skirt and let it slip down over her hips. And then she'd unroll her stockings and hold them out so that they blew in the breeze like penance before she let them float off into the night. And she'd shiver and ask herself if she really wanted to go through with this, and she'd answer that question by kicking her clothes into the river. And hurriedly now she'd take off her garter and her knickers. And there'd she be, standing in her petticoat, thinking about whatever it was that brought her to this. And then with her petticoat billowing around her she'd drop into the water like a rose, float there for a moment, and be gone.

    Les Gault: What kind of woman would do that?

    Joe Taylor: Just an ordinary woman.