This film also tells a story between a man and a woman. The difference is that women have no scheming, everything just happens casually, while men are struggling with all kinds of contradictions, and the ugly soul under the beautiful appearance is unbearable.
After all, what a man wants is the girl's body, just as a means to pass the time on vacation, and it is no different from reading Rousseau. However, I feel that this kind of behavior is a kind of depravity, falling into the trap of the girl to induce her to fall: this kind of psychology is really quite Rousseau, a life full of guilt, a way of using oneself through hypocrisy. Morality to whitewash life. The girl lives a very Don Quixote life, always looking for a true love, so she appears innocent, but can gain the upper hand and control the situation. So the man finally succumbed to the girl's feet, but in the end, due to accident, he regained his hypocritical self. He finally couldn't bear the threat, and quickly left the woman, running away like a bereavement dog.
It is full of metaphors, and every plot is full of wit, which is quite interesting to see.
I did not expect that the Riviera in the 1960s has not changed much now, and I saw it very cordially. It must be said, the sea is cleaner now. But when I was reading a book by the beach, Izumi Shikibu’s diary was full of worries, but there was no moral restraint in the world. This may be the only new thing about the Riviera brought about by this era.
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