Although I used to love movies, but after all, my limited experience is limited to watching B-level movies. Watch action movies from high. Watching erotic movies ruins three views. And watch cartoons to play cute. Only romance movies are rarely seen. One is sleepy and the other is really uninteresting. I was just a mischievous student thinking about how to sleep in class, copy homework, and cheat on exams. And the romance films at that time were just like the math review materials for the college entrance examination a few years ago (I hate math). Except Woody Allen, of course. It's just that at that time, Woody was only directed at the novel and funny movie language with long-winded and fun lines.
After experiencing a relationship and passing the legal age to drink, I will find that not all romance movies are thieves on campus before the age of 20. It's not all chick flick-like Sex and the City tits.
Delpy, the female version of Woody Allen used the old Woody's tricks to write and direct a Midnight Paris by himself with a New York temperament. Pre-Old Woody shuttled through the streets of Paris for 5 years. Accompanied by an old friend, a family, a boyfriend. There is no time-travel, no midnight bell, no mouthful of literary history.
Taking the train all the way from Venice to Paris is like Marion's emotional life. Hesitating between her exs and ex-to-bes along the way.
As Jack, who has lived together for two years, said at the end. I don't know you. As early as in Venice, he was a camera operator with the characteristics of Chinese tourists who kept taking pictures all the way. rather than an experiencer who is meant to follow the rules. Although he knows the famous attractions in Paris, he doesn't understand the local customs, food, culture, folklore, and even language, and he can't communicate with people. He didn't know about Marion and the Paris behind her. And Marion can speak many foreign languages but has a pair of eyes that can't see the world and can't recognize life. Willful and stubborn since childhood, even in his thirties, he only does what he wants to do.
Differences in culture and prejudice are reflected in different attitudes towards love. When the two met their former boyfriend/girlfriend, one would kiss the ex's cheeks while smiling and greeting each other. One will pass by silently "when it's over, it's over." The
European version of the condom can't hold the arrogant self-esteem of the Yankee. The reality of almost middle age is hard to obliterate the poetic girlish feelings.
Don't like the ending after all the endings are already written. In such a society, it is not easy to insist on being in love for two years. The abrupt recombination is more like the compromise of older men and women to life.
PS Marion's final monologue kinda rhymes.
"Always the same for me. Break up, break down. Drink up, fool around. Meet one guy, then another, fuck around to forget the one and only, than after a few months of emptiness, start again to look for true love . Desperately look everywhere, meet a new love and swear it is the one, until that one is gone as well.”
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