I think the French make movies just to my taste. There is a faint thing in it. Where to start? He went back to see his grandmother, flipped through pages of photos from that hour, his smile was frozen in black and white, and time lingered. His grandmother is also dying and is used to being alone. Before leaving, he joked: "If we met earlier, I would propose to you." It was a spiritual acquaintance.
What moved me the most was when he went to church, where he was a child and Sasha was making trouble here. Sasha kisses him and runs away, and he stops, eyes down. He looked at him back then, leaning against the pillar, with tears in his eyes. By this time he had broken up with Sasha. Tears flowed and the music slowly lingered. Looking back after such a long time, he felt pity for the love of childhood sweethearts at that time, and probably also regretted the ending of himself and Sasha.
After he broke up with Sasha, he met again, he couldn't control himself, he asked him to have sex with him, the last time. Sasha refused. However, the concern for him is undiminished, after all, it is the emotion accumulated over the years, he and him, love so naturally, and break up so decisively. I am most afraid of seeing this end. Obviously they should be happy, because it is a long-standing habit of dependence, destined to stay together, but separated because of death. After that, how do you want the remaining person to find another person with so many years of emotional foundation? Desperate to think about it. So I try not to allow myself to guess how Sasha was feeling when she found out about it all.
Obviously it is to tell the story of death, but I want to use such bright colors, it seems that the huge contrast can promote people's sentimentality. He's a photographer, he carries a camera with him, and he keeps taking pictures of beautiful things to remember.
There is a very meaningful passage. As a child he tried to save a wounded white rabbit, but his father stopped him: "This is the law of nature." Death.
He ended up going to the beach. There, he picked up the balloon on the ground and handed it back to his former self. When he was a child, he faced the dying him face to face, as if he had waited all his life for this moment. He finally fell asleep with a smile, and did not wake up until the sun went down.
calm. soothing.
May everyone rest in peace like this.
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