We drank Tieguanyin for an afternoon and barely spoke, just watched a movie together.
I watched nearly ten episodes of "Fools' Good Things", watched "Love Flies", and
watched half of "Bullets Flying Across Broadway". I once told myself that I would watch it once a year.
Of course I like "Love Flies" the most.
Recently, I always keep the "Truffer in Collective Memories" in my toilet,
so I started to revisit Truffau.
"Love Flies" is not actually a masterpiece of Truffaut. It is not as precise, cruel and beautiful as "Ancestors and Occupations",
nor is it as pure, solemn and solemn as "Four Hundreds".
But there is still something that slowly touches your heart,
that belongs to the charm of Truffaut.
Of course there are many women, Truffaut likes, almost a woman carved out of a mold:
tall, thin, haughty eyebrows, indifferent thin lips, large and very content eyes,
elegant, sensitive, arrogant, funny , Wayward, Queen-type without exception.
The French are really romantic. Romance is actually a waste. They will take so much time to talk,
talk about love, talk about themselves, talk about the way of love, talk about the impact of love on themselves...
At this time, the Chinese have met their parents, the United States People have engaged and engaged, the Japanese have already SM...
But the French are still talking, chattering about love.
The film is interspersed with clips from the previous Antoine series.
When Antoine grew up, or to say that Truffaut grew up,
all the past, in the heart of experience growth, showed a different gentle brilliance.
The mother who was once unreasonable and ruthless also cherished the sweet details,
and the girlfriend who was once arrogant and unreliable also showed an open-minded and humorous smile.
Yes, Antoine is divorced and life is in a mess. He is still running for love.
He wants his wife, mistress, mother, sisters and nanny to be by his side.
He always feels that because of his painful childhood, anyone should make up for it. He...
But, he looked at the world tenderly and made peace with it.
What I once hated has been put down, and
what I once owed has been solemnly apologized.
I am not good enough, forgive this not good life.
In the end, what imprinted in my mind is no longer the deep desperate look back,
but the carnival child. Yes, it was all miserable, but what I remember at this moment is just a smile.
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