Woody Allen's "Marianne Hall"

Alisha 2022-01-28 08:22:15

If you are looking for "2 Days in Paris" to watch "Julie Delby" and "Paris", then you might be scared to take two steps back by this film. In "Love at the Break of Dawn", Julie Delby becomes the goddess of literature and art across Europe, and discusses poetry, philosophy and gender relations with you, like a light old dream lingering over the Seine River Hotel; In the "Love in Paris for Two Days" written and directed, she decided to let the male lead fall into a greasy and crooked relationship with a middle-aged feminist literary and artistic woman. The two lived at her parents' house and ate the stewed bunny made by her father. Moss grows on the walls.

The film opens: Delby's Marianne and her boyfriend Jack fall asleep in a rickety sleeper car. "We've been dating for two years, two years, and it's been a miracle." Their European tour is swept away by quick-cut photos. However, most of these photos are dull, goofy, and typical of "the appearance of light and shadow". Professional photographer Marian narration: first emphasizing that the pictures were all by Jack, a self-righteous Yankee, and then she said: "Before returning to New York, we decided to spend the last two days of our vacation in Paris, which is mine Hometown."

Such humorous self-deprecation and Marianne's black-rimmed glasses are reminiscent of Woody Allen, and the following "Annie Hall"-esque flashback to Marianne's childhood confirms this. A little, unfortunately, "love should go forward like a shark, but we have a dead fish in our hands", said Woody Allen.

Sure enough, a lot of trouble is lining up in Paris with the sole purpose of pushing the couple's relationship over a cliff. The first thing that comes out is, of course, the cultural differences. I feel like Delby is over-joking in this film, and scoffing at everything: from the size of French condoms to the bad tastes of Parisian artists (whose female genitals seem to be their only source of inspiration); from From the French's appetite for wildlife to the gays that fill the streets. That's all there is to it, but this is Paris! How many people think of the "flowing holy festival", the soundtrack doesn't need the accordion, just not to mention so many romantic beauty, just pick up some dark side in the corners, the flowers are blooming everywhere, but there is a thorn here, it's a bit stingy , Moreover, when it comes to the place where it should be serious, it is inevitable to appear abrupt. The limitations of Delby can be seen more clearly than Manhattan's three-point shot in Woody Allen's lens.

The next part fell into the rut of French love, with Marianne's ex-boyfriends showing up at her home, at parties, on the street, in text messages, and more violent Jealousy, anger, suspicion... As an ultra-naturalist sets fire in McDonald's, their relationship finally unravels in a mess - France and America's flaws in this couple Showed off to the fullest. Romance is simple, but communication is impossible, and true love is never easy. But thinking of another quote from Woody Allen: "My worst sexual experience wasn't particularly bad." So relieved. Moreover, there is no lack of sincerity and sincerity in Two Days in Paris.

In addition, this film can also be used as a negative textbook for European travel. It tells us that when planning a holiday itinerary, never consider the old lover's family.

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Two Days in Paris quotes

  • Marion: Ugghhh

    [Jack removes Marion's glasses]

    Marion: I can't see you. I could be having sex with Gregory Peck or something.

    Jack: Well, good for you.

  • Marion: It always fascinated me how people go from loving you madly to nothing at all, nothing. It hurts so much. When I feel someone is going to leave me, I have a tendency to break up first before I get to hear the whole thing. Here it is. One more, one less. Another wasted love story. I really love this one. When I think that its over, that I'll never see him again like this... well yes, I'll bump into him, we'll meet our new boyfriend and girlfriend, act as if we had never been together, then we'll slowly think of each other less and less until we forget each other completely. Almost. Always the same for me. Break up, break down. Drunk up, fool around. Meet one guy, then another, fuck around. Forget the one and only. Then after a few months of total emptiness start again to look for true love, desperately look everywhere and after two years of loneliness meet a new love and swear it is the one, until that one is gone as well. There's a moment in life where you can't recover any more from another break-up. And even if this person bugs you sixty percent of the time, well you still can't live without him. And even if he wakes you up every day by sneezing right in your face, well you love his sneezes more than anyone else's kisses.