I really didn’t plan to watch this movie. I don’t know why I’m used to playing on the computer and going to bed late. Maybe at that time I was going to wait for someone to come up and say a few words, so I clicked on it and watched it. The camera made me couldn't help but fast forward, the movie continued, and I didn't start to look smoothly until I remembered.
I have to say that I was moved by this movie. The most impressive thing is that as many people have said, the heroine is pulling Baba, and the actor is waiting for her outside, and I drew a picture of them from under the door. The two are undoubtedly in love with each other. After a while, the heroine Yelling inside, he threw himself into the arms of the actor and said: I am pulling blood, and I also have cancer. The actor went into the toilet and picked up her poop to check without hesitation. And after they quarreled, the heroine rushed out of the house, and it rained heavily. She suddenly forgot all the grievances and danced in the rain, like a child, and the hero was holding two glasses of wine, and the two of them sat down. Kissing and drinking in the street.
Although the scale of the film is quite large, it can never be attributed to pornography. I remember reading a post at that time, as if it was Catherine Brea who said that pornography was just to evoke people’s sexual needs. But this film will not make people feel that way. In the film, maggot food, poop, and wriggling bugs are unabashedly photographed. Such a sharp contrast seems to highlight love even more.
In fact, the movie's story is very old-fashioned, but the description of love is quite brilliant. A simple house full of candles, a scarlet bed, a mirror perpendicular to the bed, and the heroine's naked body. They rode their bicycles on the streets and rushed to the car. The hero poured champagne into the heroine's belly button to drink, they danced by the beach, and they reveled. Or if it is too hot, it will burn faster, and the heroine will leave.
The end of the story is that the two reunited many years later. The heroine suffers from cancer. She shaved her hair during chemotherapy. The hero looks at her in the hospital and gently strokes her fingers from the wound on her head. The heroine wakes up and says: The head is on. A door. He bought her a wig and spent her last days with her. And that feeling is not sympathy, not responsibility, but love that never dissipates.
After the movie, the two people I was waiting for did not show up. A person, I never found when I was looking for him, only appeared when he wanted to appear. A person, he should appear, and should accompany me through all the moments of insomnia or helplessness. But he did not show up either.
I never believe that women are a disadvantaged group, but I also long for love. As stated in The Reader, there is only one thing in this world that can make life so abundant, and that is love. But not everyone has luck, oh, I can't help but feel sour again, Weisi people, who I am.
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