This is my impression of Chu Chu, a gentle man and a good father. Although he broke up many scandals later, divorced his wife, broke up with his girlfriend, and fucked with the nanny... He finally became a playboy, yes, doesn't this fit his face?
The film is just as messy. Tangled relationships, filled with familiarity and estrangement, escape and return, love and non-love.
Larry yelled and asked Anna every detail, before finally covering his face and sobbing.
Danel ran to Larry's office in the rain to reason with him, then turned his back and wept.
Alice coldly said I don't love you anymore as if she didn't know Dan.
Why try it? Why ask? Why quarrel? Why are temptations, questions, and quarrels all based on love?
Love is with the heart, don't talk.
. . . . . .
stranger, be closer.
Anna likes to photograph strangers' faces, but when she wants to give Dan a kiss, she is obsessed with the other person's role, she says she won't kiss strangers.
It turned out that she would also mind the definition of this so-called relationship.
Why can't it be a stranger? She should only love strangers, give her a kiss when she needs a kiss, love a certain body temperature, love a certain look, and not love other possibilities.
The more you pour, the more you look forward to, and the more you take on, the easier it is to be disappointed, hurt, and bored. It’s like a gamble with a lot of chips. Now everyone is very busy and tired, no one wants to bear too much, and can't bear too much, maybe what the other party wants is to treat him as a stranger.
So when Alice raised her head and smiled and said "Hello, stranger" to Danel she met for the first time, everything was beautiful, with the initial goodwill, there was no heavy and no harm, and some were just infinite possibilities, like blank paper that was not graffitied. Perhaps this is the purest time, and some love begins to disappear the moment it is close. So I believe that when Danel saw that Alice Ayres was just the name she casually gave herself, she was instantly relieved and finally relieved.
But all four of them were still involuntarily invested. Maybe they are all too easy to get into the play. After a long time, they can't tell what they said, and the tears they shed were because of true feelings or falsehoods.
I remembered that very vulgar question again, what is true love? Humans are not single-celled animals, and life is not a simple cross-section. The definitions are complex, and reason is useless. This is almost an indescribable and unanswerable question.
It's just a parasitic mayfly, unable to jump out of the present, out of life, out of this cramped world to find, people are like hyperbolas, as long as they exist, they can infinitely approach the coordinate defined as "true love". Perfection is hard to find, so we have to work hard and become thinner. 80 points of happiness is enough.
Moreover, the world is so unpredictable to all living beings, and there are always variables. It is difficult to prove the existence of love through the happiness of life, so it chooses the method of proof by contradiction - the pain of loss and breaking. .
I can't take my eyes off you...
I can't take my mind off you...
It's the song at the beginning and end. Damien Rice sings these two lines over and over again. I think of a poem I read a long time ago, the name of the poet is forgotten, the poem is probably translated like this:
My everything / I am willing to let you take it / Just ask you to keep a pair of eyes / Let me see you... (Baudelaire?)
Well, keep a pair of eyes.
Let me see all the white things and
feel ashamed because they are black ink compared to you Let me see all the ignorant birds and beasts in despair because they can't say your name
Let me see that all the dull grass is given meaning because of your presence or about to pass by. There is a reason for me to meet.
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