This is the most normal of Christophe Honoré's films I've seen, even the posters are so classic. Inexplicably, it was hit by it. Those long-lost classrooms, classes, the emotions of adolescence, and the bleak Parisian autumn scene became more and more nostalgic at the time of parting of this student era. The emotions in the film are handled very restrained, not as sharp as in British and American dramas. It reminds me of my own life all the time. This sense of substitution makes me always moved by such bitter youth films, not to mention Talk about those special girls who always make people's eyes shine.
I miss that era so much, but I don't want to experience it again.
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