He has an amazing memory, a vivid imitation talent,
open-mindedness and calm composure in the face of danger.
It's a pity that he came from an ordinary background and lived a humble life.
Living in a shabby basement, changing and washing the same shirt every day,
listening to some vinyl records that make him feel very tasteful, and
secretly playing some sad songs in the closing theater.
Tom Ripley forgot his original intentions.
When he came to a beautiful town in Italy, he met Dick.
Everything Dick had was the life he had dreamed of,
sunshine, sand, wine, beauty, everything about luxury.
He began to wear Dick's clothes, mingled with Dick in high society, and entangled in some foggy relationships.
He was obsessed with everything here, even though it never belonged to him.
Tom Ripley lost himself.
Friendship begins to deteriorate, and desire becomes deformed.
He killed Dick and replaced everything.
All those who doubted, guessed, despised, and investigated turned into pools of blood before his eyes.
He became accustomed to using his talents to play another person.
Pulling myself between two souls, two societies,
and locking memories deep in a dim basement.
Tom: Would you bury the past in the basement and then shut the door and never go in? I do that.
Peter: Oh my God, yes. Instead, I need a building to bury.
Tom: ...then you meet someone special and all you have to do is give him the keys. Said: "Open the door and go in."...But can't, because it's too dark and ghosts are everywhere, and if he finds out how horrible it is...
Peter: You play too much sad music, that kind of music Makes you cranky.
Tom: I just want to vent my secrets and memories, open that door... let the light in and illuminate everything. Wish I had a giant eraser to erase everything and be human again. But the question is, Peter, if...if...if...I don't know what to say...
Peter: Then give me the key.
In the end, Ripley still didn't hand the memory key to Peter. Peter, who
saw so clearly, stopped breathing in Ripley's hands.
Perhaps in such a story, Ripley had no choice.
All well-planned lies can be concealed.
The cabin swayed and the door was gently closed.
Who is the other self in the mirror?
Vanity is justified, love is sinless.
When vanity meets love, it becomes a weapon to destroy love.
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