The beginning of the film is in the "Shakespeare and Bookstore" in Paris, a bookstore heavily described in "Bookstore Landscape".
The male protagonist is a writer and is being interviewed. At first glance, that image is far from the image of the writer in his mind. The feeling got better as the movie unfolded, but it didn't go away in the end.
The whole film is basically the dialogue between the hero and heroine. It is very enjoyable to watch in the cafes, small alleys, cruise ships on the Seine River, and taxis in Paris.
Finally, in the heroine's old-fashioned apartment in Paris, after listening to a song played and sung by the heroine, while the heroine is making tea, the hero picks up a CD next to the stereo and puts it on the turntable. It's a Nina Simon record.
The heroine asked
- have you heard Nina Simon's concert?
- No, I can't believe she's gone.
- I know, it's so sad.
-Thank you, it's so hot. (Takes the teacup)
- I've listened to her concert twice. She is awesome! This is one of my favorites of her songs.
(humming along) She's amazing! She was so funny at the concert.
She'd...she'd be in the middle of a song,...you know, stop...get up from the piano, go all the way to the edge of the stage, like this, very slowly, and then she'd start talking to someone in the audience , oh yeah, oh, yeah, I love you too, and she walks back, no rush, her big ass is so cute.
She just moved slowly like that, and then she walked back to the piano and sang another piece, and then she would, I don't know... One song was halfway through and then another, you know, like, it stopped again, ( imitating fingering) And so, over there, can you move that fan? Um, oh, you're so cute, (chuckles and wiggles to the music), oh yeah (laughs...)
(turns head to male protagonist) Baby, you're going to miss your flight.
- I know
(laughs, the end of the movie)
Looking back, this is one of my favorite dialogues in the movie.
Nina Simon, bought a DVD of her live concert, black, fat. Definitely not a Delna Crowe-esque jazz diva. At first glance, it seems to be a male voice, but listen carefully, magnetic and durable.
When I was young, the romance I imagined was in the palaces of princesses and princes and the gardens of handsome men and beautiful women. I slowly learned that in ordinary life, in ordinary life, in seemingly ordinary people and in unsatisfactory places, maintaining an optimistic attitude, this It's a kind of romance.
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