This is not a drama. After searching for a long time, I couldn't find the plot, and I saw it in the mist. For a 90-minute film, when I saw 30 minutes, I felt that the front was not helpful to the plot. If it was a feature film, it shouldn’t be a big loss to start broadcasting after 30 minutes, and it also avoided procrastination. It was the same feeling after seeing it for 60 minutes. After 80 minutes, I still feel this way. After watching the last ten minutes, I had an epiphany. This is a film that exceeded my expectations.
Blue style. It is not a blue sky, not a blue sea, but a blue city. Maybe this is France.
I like those pictures, the melancholy all over.
I should watch it again, because I don't know French and the rhythm is too slow, which makes me too distracted to look ahead.
This is a masterpiece. This is a fucking art film.
(I have to give an evaluation... Can't you not give it?)
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