In my opinion, the core of this intricately related film is very simple. A man's favorite woman has died. He can't let it go, but he definitely wants to let it go. All other questions are about this sentiment. The visits of girlfriends and sisters are doubtful, the parents of girlfriends want to divide the inheritance are doubtful, and colleagues embrace and caress are also doubtful. Are you sad? How sad are you? Are you so sad that you can't make it? Why don't you show your sadness? Why don't you let me help you when you are sad? ... Questions come and go, but they are always separated in another dimension. The doubters can't and cannot see the desperate understatement of the desperate. The doubters cannot and cannot realize the untouchable pain that the decisive ones will collapse when they open the closet.
I don't like it. The hero finally chose children. I don't like the argument that the nympho loves me for love, but I don't like the argument that I love me less but love me longer. The former is an idiot, the latter is cowardly. Probably many people regard this as a good hope to reignite, and in my eyes it is falling to the bottom. Life has to go on, that's all.
In short, who lied to me that this film is very relaxing and romantic?
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