I rewatched this movie today. The last time I watched it, I was the same age as the protagonist Wei, and I only remembered the beautiful and sad eyes of the girl Sophie Marceau.
Looking at it now, a lot of memories of France emerge with the movie. I remember being brought to a party full of French by the French girls in my class. When they sang French songs together, their bodies naturally swayed under the influence of alcohol. Can't help but sigh "soooo French". As we all know, French is an adjective, which of course has the connotation of freedom and romance, as well as traditional, old-fashioned, indifferent and proud.
And more emotion for this movie comes from the Reality of love, it is so realistic. Only recently, at the age of 27, did I realize that the emotions in real life are not as pure, magnanimous, loyal and sincere as I used to think. Human nature is too fragile and complicated. Betrayal, hesitation, hurt, and forgiveness are common in the world's feelings. Whether it's Wei, parents, or great-grandmothers, each generation has a different emotional focus, but without exception there are parts that are not so fairy tale.
Recognizing the truth of love is undoubtedly cruel to a person who once had a beautiful fantasy about it. At this time, I had to move out "there is only one kind of heroism in the world" to comfort myself. Just like at the end, when the next dance music plays, Wei will give the next handsome boy the same sincere hug.
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