At that time, I was carrying a to do list after the college entrance examination. And now I can't remember what items are on it.
And coming back against the cool night breeze in Beijing, the relaxed mood of the National Day holiday is about to come, reminds me of this movie.
At the beginning, I saw the introduction to the background of World War II and the translation of "Casablanca" into "The Bourbon of North Africa".
But it turns out that I think too much.
There are no spies, no tortures, no grievances and grievances from the previous generation, and even no signs of the passport being stolen (I always thought it would be a tragic love story for the passport snatching--.). Even the plot of the male protagonist drawing the gun at the end did not make me nervous, because the previous artistic conception was too harmonious and loving, and I felt that the ending must be harmonious and loving~ The
plot is actually not many branches, simple and clean, and the love between the male and female protagonists, It's so pure that it makes me feel incredible. The love that hurt Rick to his bones seemed nothing more than a Paris holiday romance similar to a Roman holiday. No pregnancy miscarriage, no junior, no terminal illness, no family disputes, no political entanglements.
Through the black and white lens, one can still feel the brilliant sunshine of Paris and the bright and stable mood.
And when the triangle appeared, there was no entanglement, no insults, and no plot. It's just a song "As time goes by", a drinking night, an elegant figure, a back figure with self-esteem gone, just a few long conversations.
Both men love her so deeply and are willing to abandon themselves for her happiness, and the sun shines in the shadows in their hearts.
The seemingly indifferent Rick helped the poor by deliberately losing money. The bartenders hugged and kissed him and invited him to drink coffee; the French people openly sang Marseille against the German national anthem; the sleek Lehman captain with a comical color At the last moment, he chose to protect the dignity of his country in a subtle and humorous way. In the so-called sinister political environment in the movie, what is presented to us is indeed a lot of small warmth.
Alas, I forgot that this is a black and white movie from the 1940s, and my taste has long been tuned to impetuousness by the so-called blockbuster now. It requires sensory stimulation and outrageous plots to get pleasure and the feeling of being alive.
It is in such jazz music, in simple light and shadow, in pure feelings, to return to tranquility. You can slowly appreciate Bao Jia's deep forehead lines and Bergman's beautiful and halo face.
Love, responsibility, nothing more.
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