Le Conte's films are not so open, and the emotions of the characters are also expressed bit by bit, but they can always grasp the soft part of the person's heart.
The lens is also known for its delicateness, and it often changes in the delicate expressions of the characters. Pave the way for the next shot. And there is a magical temperament that is divorced from reality in the delicate creation of the atmosphere. It doesn't seem obtrusive at all when it comes to processing at the end. And he seems to have a little bit of genre interest in the plot setting, sometimes scary, sometimes scary, sometimes black...very romantic story. Even if there is no real heroine, it is still romantic.
It is definitely a movie that gives people countless inspirations and reveries.
PS1: When buying bread, the girl in front is really beautiful, why is there that shot? ? It seems to emphasize that girl... is it French? Even if you tell a serious story, you will be involuntarily attracted by the beautiful girls passing by? so amazing!
PS2: attach song Louis Aragon's poem
"In the new bridge I met ......"
In the new bridge I met
distant faint singing
boat moored at random from the
Or Samaria subway station
in Newbridge On the new bridge, I met
a tramp who had nothing
but desperately pitiful,
and everyone avoided it.
On the new bridge, I met
the image of myself from the past.
Those tearful eyes only for weeping, and
the mouth just for cursing,
I met on the new bridge. To
this ugly beggar,
reaching out to beg is his only way of life,
grief occupies all of his thoughts
on the new bridge, I meet the
ashes of death, just
like my first
As my most true in the past
in a new bridge I met
deja vu came Love
this suffering frightened child
makes me palpitations ghosts panic
in the new bridge I met
lies kingdom two decades
pray for mercy in the world of
children It’s just a dream paradise.
On the new bridge, I meet a
lonely young man
. Lips in the cold wind
whispering half-drunk and half-awake poetry.
On the new bridge, I meet a
shallow street busker with
innocent faces and exaggerated faces. modeling
solidified in the boat whistle hustle and bustle of
the new bridge I meet
mortgage soul gamblers
like misguided pigeon
circling among the towers of Notre Dame
in the new bridge I met
myself gaunt figure now beginning to
gold The rising sun
disappears in the romantic dusk.
On the New Bridge, I met
the poor and destitute me.
He pointed on the Seine River.
The dappled afterglow of the sun in the distance.
On the New Bridge, I met
a scene that looked like a masquerade
in the bustling days.
Welcomed the low greetings from comrades.
On the new bridge, I met
my double ignorance and credulity
. I
wandered
in the shadow of myself for a long time. Back on the new bridge I met
sitting on the corroded stone steps and
once hummed. Singing melody
The dream that was once illuminated
in the perplexity, I met
you with the hollow eyes of a pedestrian
oh my battered past The translation of poems
on the new bridge
was found on the Internet, thanks for the translation of "caviar"!
http://blog.sina.com.cn/s/blog_657f19ad0100ndav.html
PS3: I don’t know if Leo Carax’s "New Bridge Lovers" is related to this poem... The movie is like an adaptation of this poem The same!
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