I watched this film without knowing the slightest bit of the plot. As the plot unfolded delicately and slowly, the director brought the ignorant me into the revenge plan set up by the heroine Déborah François.
Forgive me for my lack of fire, I thought it was a gay-themed film until the ending was revealed, and the subtlety and restraint of France has been portrayed to the point where it can no longer be added. A small person's admiration and love for the pianist is rendered humble and strong, and it is incisive and incisive, which is consistent with making me forget the blows the heroine suffered in her childhood and the dream that was ruined by the arrogance of this great pianist.
Everyone was indulged in the heroine's quiet and tender revenge plan, until she put the autographed photo that had ruined her dream in a place where it shouldn't have appeared, and took revenge on the person she would hate all her life with the same thing There are always countless
coincidences and opportunities in fate, and a French-style revenge elegantly lays out the cause and effect of fate and unease.
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