A straight poetic, innocent and rough, a delayed, but immediate realization, a surprising beauty, a toddler whose weight is just a number, and how can a lover know her if she doesn't hold her up The weight boy told the parting words to the other girl to the person in front of him, telling her that it was her lover who wanted to part with her to prove that it was not a lie that opened the cracks in love, but the misplaced truth of another love
A kind of jealousy.
At 26, I had the urge to fly to Cannes and shoot 60-year-old Karax in the forehead.
He blocked the existing fantasies and possibilities of a young filmmaker, leaving no alternatives.
I thought it was the mournful simplicity of a 40-year-old adult, but it turned out to be the genius fantasy of a 26-year-old French youth. The boundaries of the subject matter you've always wanted to touch have already been left footprints.
Some movies should not be watched at inappropriate times. Despair kills.
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