So when I saw the tall and wise Mr. Morgan and Pauline, who was fresh and simple street style, I wanted to slap the translator to death. Even the twilight love or the last love is better than the original translation.
Girls are my favorite type, beautiful and warm.
Mr. Morgan was able to dance cha-cha at this age, and he thought he had fascinated many girls when he was young.
The kind of intimacy that is like love but not love is the most desirable. I like all uncertain relationships, free and loose, because it is easy to fall in love with someone, but not easy to leave the shackles of a stable relationship. I am even more afraid of forming a dependence. It is a dangerous thing for a person to become a part of your life. The stronger the dependence, the greater the potential harm.
Ironically, I often live in a state that I least yearn for.
The charm of the old man lies in his wisdom, and the folds on his face are almost charming to me. I imagined that Mr. Morgan when he was young should be Zhu Tianwen's "a man with a priest-collar shirt, a hunting coat, two breasts and a scarf and pleated wide pants", a professor of philosophy, full of wisdom in his head.
The movie is literary enough and small and fresh. The idyllic bakery clerk speaks good French, and Morgan's son is also handsome and charming. The heroine walks out as beautiful as a picture, and the whole of Paris is a silent oil painting under the director's lens. I have a little thought of traveling to Paris, and I want to pick up the French that I haven't practiced for a long time, but this is still a distant matter.
This is still a healing film, although Morgan left alone in the end, leaving his beloved girl with his son. He said to her, you are the crack of my world. You are the crack of my world. The door I closed to the world finally opened.
(But where is the crack of MY world?
Vivien Leigh' stroy says, "Don't rely on the kindness of strangers.")
Did Mr. Morgan get a new life?
You opened a door for me, and I went through the gap, through you, to find another life, a life without you. I give you my most cherished house in the past, and leave you with my best and most painful memories. My memories live on you. As long as you are good, I will be fine.
Life itself is meaningless. After reading Luo Yuming's intensive reading of Shishuoxingyu, I feel that the boundary between right and wrong is not worthy of being so clear. A clear life is not worthy of praise or pursuit. Everyone is praised as a saint, but the unrestrained pursue "the place of love is in my generation". What is important is the posture of life, that is, the posture of a person as a human being. People have to give meaning to life by themselves.
Nevertheless, seeing Morgan leaving the skirt slowly, I still shed a few tears.
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