We are too familiar with this scene.
Or the yellow-skinned Asian girl, with a light body like a swallow, swaggers through the market with an old white man wearing a blouse and stepping on sandals.
We are no strangers to this scene.
On the concise scales of race, gender, property, and age, human beings are inferior to each other:
white people do not shamefully seize high positions.
Men are hunters in the love forest.
Money can make things worse.
Only young, everyone once enjoyed it, and will eventually be taken away by the years.
The two situations used to explain the beginning of the chapter seem to be reasonable and there is no room for argument.
So in this movie, the director quietly changed a dimension.
Faint, rich white...women? ! !
It's just that the hunters have turned into vultures, and the men still hover over the sky, looking for prey. They have nothing to do except for the talented gender highland. The women who were looking forward to love had no choice but to buy a moment of comfort from deception.
Knowing that it was a scam, I couldn't deal with it even when it was exposed face to face. Had to hurriedly use violence to cover up anxiety.
The pale and plump body was naked in front of the camera, without any cover. It was the perfect figure in the original worship, but it was despised in modern times. Even oneself can't face it. The dialogue between the four women shows the general worries of contemporary women. Only in this “primitive” land can they indulge in releasing those heavy, depressed and humble moods: under the narrow and single contemporary aesthetic rule, all the physical and spiritual pain caused by the comparison of shape, age, and face . The audience also experienced the satisfaction of indulgence from their pouring desires. However, this indulgence was held back by "responsibility". The rest is the "kiss, baby, love you" that stays in the daughter's voice mailbox at intervals of ten minutes, and the care and birthday wishes that the daughter will never get from adolescence.
The performance of the film is terrifyingly real. The desperate housewives will return to the fence after their vacation. It suddenly occurred to me that a magazine I saw not long ago introduced several "very" couples. One of them was a story about a white German woman and a young Asian man who met on vacation and got acquainted with a local fisherman. Finally, he brought the man back to his hometown to get married and live a sweet life ever since. The writing is full of warmth, not at all like the despair and gloom of the film. Sure enough, as long as you believe and hope in love, any story can be regarded as the supreme true love.
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