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I haven't caught up with Meg Ryan's most popular era, just like I haven't caught up with Julia Roberts' most glorious era, in which they are showing off their proud youth and unique temperament on the big screen. At that time, I only knew a little about the movie, and I only saw the stars at a glance.
That's fine, because those who grew up with their films, watched their aging faces, watched their fading youth, watched American Sweetheart's appearance in "Nude Cut", watched the runaway The bride fades out of the movie world. That feeling of loss or heartache just can't go away.
I was different. When I met them, they were past their peak. So whenever I come across one of their previous masterpieces with not too much interest, I get a great surprise. Then I'll have a totally different feeling than the fans mentioned above, and I'll appreciate how beautiful they were, and I'll be filled with emotion for their best moments.
That feeling belongs to Julia Roberts' "Notting Hill," and it belongs to Meg Ryan's "When Harry Met Sally."
The actor's appearance makes me feel familiar. Billy Crystal, who has hosted three Oscars, was still young, and his expression looked a little dull when he spoke, but he kept hitting the needles. If not. To describe it, it can only be said to have the style of Wang Shuojia Woody Allen. Meg Ryan has curly blond hair, and her face is written with tenderness, cuteness, and perseverance, as charming as the hero says.
He's Harry, he's Sally, a chance to hitch a ride to New York and make them meet. He was still in love with another woman at that time, and she was still that woman's confidant at that time.
Young and energetic, with different personalities, the two confront each other for their own views during the journey, and the two face each other in order to defend their position. They debated whether there was a complete friendship between the opposite sex. In fact, they guessed the answer right from the beginning, but they found it again to wait until after the baptism of life, when they suddenly looked back. Will they remember back then when they were so convinced that two people like them could never be together?
They met again many years later at the New York airport, when she snuggled up beside her boyfriend and he was reluctant to part with him, and he wanted to welcome his marriage with great certainty. They all looked happy, it was obvious, it was written on their faces. After all, who is enjoying happiness and who is ready for it, who would believe that he will be disillusioned with happiness?
So, a few years later, they met again in a New York bookstore. At that time, she had just broken up with her boyfriend, but she still seemed to have a bright smile. He had a beard at the time and had just ended his marriage because of his wife's betrayal.
The two friends who cherished each other unconsciously became familiar with each other, and they didn't know what attracted them to each other. Maybe it was the comfort of each other after being injured, or maybe it was the ease that they thought it was impossible to be together, but they were comfortable. Enjoy pure friendship. He can tell her anything, including who he slept with last night; she can also demonstrate to him with impunity, such as performing a fake orgasm in a restaurant in full view. At those times, they may have believed that there can be complete friends of the opposite sex.
But they may have overlooked those tiny moments: they were lying on their beds late at night watching "Casablanca" and talking on the phone, arguing countless times over who Ingrid Bergman's love was; they were at the New Year's dance The strange mood at the moment when Shang Wangqing danced when his cheeks touched; their eyes were still unconsciously cast on each other when they were dealing with a boring four-person date.
A former date has tied the knot, yet they remain friends. Even if the relationship broke out sweetly one night, the next day they wanted to tell each other anxiously, but they still returned to the previous state. What they don't realize is that they can't go back, some essential things have undergone subtle changes, and something called love has quietly grown.
Another Christmas Eve, men wandering alone in the deserted streets, women forcing laughter in the lively banquet. Everything goes with the flow, and when love comes there is firmness in the air. He ran all the way to the banquet she was about to leave.
Harry finally conquered Sally with those tiny details. Perhaps it was these details that made him face up to the love that had been surging between them in the name of friends, and made him instantly firm.
I like the arrangement of the film very much. Every time the story of Harry and Sally goes, a segment will be inserted: a couple smiling and telling the process of meeting and knowing each other. Some of them sing and sing along, while others follow silently; But the same is that they are all gray-haired, and they are all serene. It may not be the fiery tenderness in the eyes of a passionate lover, but it is the firm perseverance that holds the hand through the wind and rain to the end.
Suddenly I remembered a question that a friend once asked me many times: once owned and forever, which one do you choose?
This question left me at a loss. Maybe everyone looks forward to eternal love, but not everyone can still meet after a thousand turns in the movie. In reality, love is everywhere, but movies often only like to write the one with the most satisfactory ending. Then, the fate is magnified to the entire screen, and it is drenched in our longing for a beautiful heart again and again.
Li Bihua said: "About 10 million people, only one pair of Liang Zhu can turn into butterflies. Others can only turn into moths, cockroaches, gnats, flies, scarabs..., but they can't turn into butterflies. There is no imagination. beauty."
What if love can't be consummated and become a butterfly in the end? Would I settle for the next best thing and use "Once Owned" to cherish the memory?
In the final segment of the film, still young Harry and Sally sit in front of the camera. They are not yet gray. They are talking about their love. They look happy.
I once wrapped myself in "fear of not getting forever" not to find a way out, and bound myself not to pursue. So the old me can't answer that question, I've been fixated on the illusory "forever" for so long that "once have" seems so incomplete. I just sighed about the gray-haired love, but ignored the process itself; I just abstracted and sublimated my beautiful imagination, but I forgot that the best thing is to do every little thing within my power with practical actions.
No one is more special than the other. It's not that I look forward to eternity and my love is more noble than others. Longing for eternity is the ultimate dream of human beings, and I am just a member of the earth.
I also often imagine my white-haired self holding her hand and telling her about our love quietly and peacefully, more often I remember what I once told her: "We want to be firm and persistent at the moment, we don't want to An imaginary eternal future."
Made in 2007.5.1
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