I was riding my bike to see Karax on a windy afternoon a few years ago.
It was a film from the French consulate, with no subtitles, and all the characters had to be interpreted simultaneously by a male voice.
Lovers in Shimbashi (1991). Binoche was abject and ugly, and it was said that they had a true love, but the film took too long and was too torturous, and then it broke up.
Bad Blood (1986). This time, Binoche was exquisite and beautiful, but the seventeen-year-old Lise really surprised me, as if she didn't eat fireworks. Nine years later, Julie Delpy performed Before sunrise, and another nine years, Before sunset. Life is like reincarnation, you can watch a person grow up that way.
The air conditioner in the small theater that afternoon was wrong, and the more I sat, the colder it became. Perhaps it was because Karax’s movie took too much energy. I left the show during the rest time, and gave up on the boy meets girl in the evening show, Paula X.
As a result, the memory of Karax seems to be only the cold Paris and the warm Shanghai afternoon.
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