In Indochina in the 1920s, a damp, borderless rubber plantation of 6,000 acres. Aliyana, the owner of the plantation, the lover of the navy officer Jean, and the foster mother of the Vietnamese princess Camille, lives alone in secluded memories. This is not France, this is Indochina where decadent luxury is precarious.
Let the love with Aliyana be like the weather in Indochina, with turbulent enthusiasm, damp lust, and a gloomy future. "When I was young, I thought that things in the world were inseparable: men and women, mountains and plains, mortals and gods, Indochina and France." In a fifth of the time the movie started, this love ended. , However, God is not willing to give up.
Before a certain day, Camille was just a daughter spoiled by his mother. Until the day that I met Jean, God's joke finger struck her heartstrings. Falling in love with him is irresistible and above all doctrine. When she was shocked about everything between Aliyana and Jean, she left everything behind to find Jean. On the way, "the scenery flows into her heart like blood through her eyes", and in the end, "she pretends to be the whole of Indochina in her heart".
Jean died, Camille participated in the revolution, Aliyana left Indochina, Indochina became independent, and it was called Vietnam from now on.
Let the love with Camille be tough, thorough, persistent, like a rubber-cutting blade, sharp and bright. And the love between Aliyana and Jean is sticky, ambiguous, and exudes a bitter smell, like white rubber sap, white blood, or white tears after cutting a rubber tree.
There are countless rubber trees in rows, dense fog that can never be dissipated, and workers who work silently and monotonously. There is no end to the picture, no end to life. There is power there, but obedience transcends everything.
Silent, static, calm, from chaos to extinction.
On the way to Long Island, an eagle flew low over the labyrinthine waters of Halong Bay. The powerful and the directional, but they are bewildered by the vast mist and rain.
"Indochina" is such a movie. There is no gunfire and smoke of war, but it is a magnificent history of poetry in a war. There is no lingering feelings of love, but it makes people feel the green and heavy entangled feelings. The whole movie is calm, but there is a constant undercurrent surging under the calm water. When you just leave the screen, it will not show up, but gradually, it will linger like that thick fog.
Indochina, the romantic, luxurious, and decadent days of yesterday in the hearts of the French.
"Indochina", like the unforgettable rubber forest, was silent, with white tears solidified.
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