4:22 am. At this time, I was sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window in the hall of the hostel in a strange city, observing the neon and night of the city.
I suddenly thought of a sentence, but I couldn't think of a movie for a while. A lot of movie footage swirls through my migraine brain, no matter how hard I try.
I don't care, Ismail's polyamorous relationship after Julie's death. Even if the later little GAY makes people feel good, such a quiet and gentle relationship should be pain relief for Ismail who lost his beloved.
The city or busy or bleak streets, the camera sense is so cold and weak. While Julie was there, the two kept questioning each other's feelings, and the thrill of using a threesome to add to the passion. Julie is gone, the whole world seems to be empty, you are gone, even with him and her, you are gone, the process of recognizing this truth is so difficult, as if mercury is poured from the top of the head, skin and hair That feeling of loneliness that started to peel off.
Ismail is melancholy and handsome, French romantic, blue or white shirt, waxy French pronunciation.
Beloved, be loved. Sister Julie's interruption. If you say this movie is a movie about polyamorous love, I prefer to understand that it is telling a story about missingness. Ismail and Julie's lack of affection. Ismail's missing soul after losing Julie. Even for each supporting role in the story, you can feel the lack of them from them, for love, for yourself, for life, and even life.
I have also said that a good movie is that you can see a part of yourself in every character.
The film consists of three parts, typed in white fonts with cool tones.
departure, absence, and return. This shows the director's intentions.
Lyrics in the last part:
Unbearable memories in the muddy stream
Please lick me with the tip of your tongue
Let the traces of the past disappear
The past, my bondage, all the memories
Okay
please come quietly and
hunt her struggle in my heart
and when you catch her
please ignore the pleadings and cries
please understand
she must die in me Death in my heart
So please, kill her again
Crying
I have wept in vain
despite my efforts
My ...
eyes are swollen, my heart is withered
...
Simply put, Julie's gone, Ismail The loss of life, and the return of Aiwang.
And at the end. That sentence I finally remembered.
"Love me less, but love me longer."
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