"I want to live a regular life this holiday." Attracted by the new woman around me, I fell infatuated. Ready to move, eyes hinting, speaking ambiguous words, pretending to express affection casually, shaping the image, thinking day and night, being tortured by "not yours", jealous, and falling into another distress. repeat. "This game of hide-and-seek is really far from the loneliness I cherish. It involves dramatic and uncertain factors, forcing me to pay more and more attention to her." While reprimanding yourself, while being driven by desire, then wait until that time, when you think that boredom is easier to overcome than reason. However, if you can't wait, you won't get bored. You've repeated this kind of thing too many times. You can even say that your life is made up of it if you don't say anything mean or not in love. Every time it ends, it will only happen by chance. Here is the car behind you on the slope honking your horn, and you decide not to wait for her. (What a symbol of perfection, the best ending I've seen this year.) It's always like this, by chance, all at once. You feel that you should have dignity and can’t treat her so nicely. She doesn’t care about it, and sometimes ignores it again and again... It’s coming up again, and you don’t think there is any need to put a hot face on a cold ass anymore. What do you say? It's amazing, she's not so good, you berate yourself again, and again you say how ridiculous this game was and wasted too much time for you, making you decide to leave at a certain moment. How shameful it is, everyone knows that you still like her. You just give yourself an excuse to deal with your incompetence. "What I want most is peace and loneliness. I am conquered by the emotion of complete freedom. Now I can do what I want." "However, when I returned to the empty room, I felt anxious again. Sleep." So easy to love someone. In comparison, Godard's threesome is more adorable. Rohmer's "immorality" is actually the most moral, but the erotic side always conceals the stupid heart, making you look like springtime and debauchery. This chase is not like Visconti's, so I feel so close and so disgusting. Yes, I like Rohmer, I hate myself.
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