In spare time, pack movie discs. The heavy locks of the memory box poured out one after another. I chose a few missed movies to review, the flowers that bloomed in the midsummer seemed to have such a charm, and the whole time was mixed in an instant. The only thing I want to say is that she is lonelier than fireworks. I chose to watch it at night, because the night is the loneliest. What a simple and superficial reason, but it is the only fragment that I can match with her wisdom, but it also makes me feel an uproar.
I just remember that it is a British film, the first feature film directed by a British director who is good at documentaries. Can't remember the director's name, maybe he wears a weird pea-green vest and has a big beard like many directors. ——This is not an important thing in itself, the important thing is that his debut drama seems to be really successful.
Checked her three translations. She is lonelier than fireworks; loves cello; loves wasteland and ruthless sky. Which is not dazzling, this is wisdom. The film is based on the fact that Lynn Dupree, one of the greatest musical prodigies of the twentieth century, is widely rumored. Her long-term forced pressure cannot be satisfied and full. In my opinion, she is like a mild neurotic patient, perhaps, she is neurotic at all. All night, my pupils were filled with her blond hair, her colorful gowns, and her dark blue eyes. I don't think her appearance is very pleasing, and what makes me most uncomfortable is her paranoia and unscrupulousness.
She might just be a child. She hid in the thorn bush naked, she cut her skin with a hard branch, she hysterically screamed at her sister who loved her, she said you don't love me, you don't love me, I just want to have sex with him. In her words, he was her sister's husband.
What a strange woman and how capricious. She was waiting for her sister to ease her anger with hugs and her own man. She succeeded. When she finally successfully shared the same man with her sister, the smug look on her face made her disgust unstoppable. In fact, maybe my words are heavy. What she has always wanted is a verification process, she needs an outlet to vent her loneliness, she needs to prove that she can still love, she also needs to be forgiven, and the halo on her head is not only that The highly anticipated violinist. But she chose the most primitive way to satisfy, and most directly hurt the person she loves most, who is also her sister who loves her the most.
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she kept yelling when she was finally sick. I want my sister.
At that time, I seemed to have completely forgiven her. If we really want to blame her, did we accidentally shoot the needle into ourselves while blaming her. Isn't it, we all want the same thing.
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