This is a movie that is not eye-catching at all, difficult to enter the scene, and very sleepy to watch, but the more you watch it, the more you will be attracted by the spirit and persistence of the old ladies.
I remember seeing where my father went. There was a period when Cai Guoqing and his son lived in the bullpen, but he cleaned the bullpen and spread the tablecloths. The bullpen became a cozy hut. All of a sudden, he treated his middle-aged mother-in-law uncle. The impression has changed, and I like this kind of old school that maintains a decent tone no matter what environment I am in.
The same is true for the old ladies, or worse.
These old ladies who were dressed in Chinese clothes and drank afternoon tea, participated in dances, commented on Shakespeare and Titian, entered the "prison" and opened a cubicle for privacy, asking the jailer to "knock on the door" when entering and to greet him when going out.
Arabella, who would rather sacrifice her life to protect the exotic murals during the war; the rich American woman who watched the wealthy and brainless buy Picasso but secretly paid for the decent life of her nemesis; and taught Luca Shakespeare when Luca was a child. He told Lu in his youth. Card is more important than his injured emotions, Elsa’s life endangered, Mary, and the ambassador’s wife who finally put down her prejudice to "save" Elsa's life. All are so beautiful and moving.
There is also the art capital of Florence, the opening dome of the Santa Maria del Fiore, and the street scene where Mary took Lucca through the city to the cemetery. I’ve all been there. Unfortunately, I didn’t go to the Uffizi. I waited until the day when the new crown was defeated. Go and make up for your regrets.
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