Therefore, I was surprised that it was on such a bright afternoon that she and him took off their white shirts, the floral cotton skirt scooped out the window, the sagging breasts of women and the childish movements of boys. In such a simple light, she deliberately seduced him.
Too bright light. I'm not a conservative person, but I'm ashamed of this light. Sex is shameless, and love is shameless. But the light was too bright and penetrated her heart. The boy didn't see then--perhaps all his life he didn't see the sin under the sun, she seduced him.
is seduction.
The best thing about Kate Winslet's performance is how she feels—even though she's one of the two main characters in the film, we don't know how she feels. When facing the heroine, we don't have an omniscient perspective, but like boys, we have to feel, chase and guess. Her vague, ignorant, mysterious feelings and naked flesh; her shameless desires and sins—what reality hides behind it?
My eyes were drawn to her involuntarily, although as a woman I was supposed to be drawn into her character. But she was so unpredictable that I was as anxious as the boy, longing for her smiles and kisses.
At first, of course, she thought she was in love with a boy. I can't tell why it's taken for granted, maybe it's as simple as "she's good to me" and the promise of the body. Later, there will be anxiety and mutual suspicion. But when he saw that the boy had good feelings and desires for female classmates of the same age by the pool, his position changed immediately, and the anxiety and betrayal were overwhelming. This is the fear of an older woman facing a younger woman.
At this moment, I will find that I have always sympathized with her in my heart, a lonely woman who is about to fade away. Prey caught with sex, and actually fell in love with this little child. She never called him by name, she only called him kid, and in a commanding tone, asked him to take a bath, change clothes and have sex. He was also full of fantasies, and she knew that this love would be death sooner or later. So I am afraid.
And she suddenly disappeared. I didn't get the idea that she asked the boy to read to her because she couldn't read herself. I thought it was just a pastime. And the "Odyssey" chapter, I thought it was just a metaphor for the boy's loss and eventually finding his way back. I thought she was the legendary Siren. So, when I saw her ignorant, obsessive look in court, I was really scared of what she did in the camp for the sake of the young flesh of those girls.
My fear is worse than the boy's fear. The boy is just afraid that he is in love with a sinner, he is just ashamed. And I've already begun to be ashamed of the sin of this temptation; all I'm afraid of is that the real love that comes out of picnics and outings is only in the mirror, and I'm afraid that the woman has never loved him, but only ignorantly infatuated with the young life.
It wasn't until later, when the boy had become a man, that I understood why she wanted a reader. She is actually such a poetic woman, and I believe that such a poetic life should contain pure love. And the boy, after work, return, marriage, divorce, and middle age, he still maintains strong feelings for her.
The people in the film are entangled in the memory of sex and love, and the stone in my heart quietly fell. Fortunately, the director still gave us a story about love. Although it is cliché, it also talks about the immortality of love and the unforgettable first love. But that's it, a love full of mistakes and sins, it's immortal, it's still fascinating.
He read for her, but did not reply to her; for the kid in her memory, she began to learn to write stroke by stroke in her twilight years. She was released from prison and he was ready to take on her new life, but she died.
Only death can end a love full of crime and punishment - thankfully it is love, and thankfully the writers, writers, directors and we all want it to be love. People who love each other can forgive each other, but the injustices of Jews and Nazis cannot be washed away by death. The kid can love her, but the descendants of Jewish women can't forgive her.
The man, holding the tea canister and the scraps of banknotes, traveled halfway across the globe with his and her half-century memories to beg for the unrequited forgiveness. The sin and shame of history are greater than that of the individual, but the individual's perception of shame and sin is not shallower than that of history. Men can never get out of this love and sin, and women use death to redeem or escape this love and sin. I don't know why a woman kills herself, she can't and won't love him again in her old age, I don't understand why she can't face him. Some say it's because she knows she's ruined kid's life. I don't want that to be the case, I just hope that she knows that she has loved and received, and that's enough; and she needs to use her life to redeem the fault, and she is willing to use her life to redeem it.
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