At first, I thought it was really pointless for two actors to play the same role, but once I started to appreciate the strong difference behind Conchita's two faces, I immediately started to be shocked by this movie.
What kind of woman is she that can fool a rich man over and over again, making him still give up on her after being tortured? What kind of woman is she who can switch between innocence and lewdness, chastity and debauchery at will, and can convince the audience again and again, "She may really be such a person, right?"
She should be mysterious, delicate, and sexually repressed; but also rough, heroic, and sexually unrestrained. Then it is better to combine two women with different styles and charms into one, and you can get the answer.
So Carroll's face is responsible for putting on chastity pants, grimacing eyes, squeamish laughs, and pretending innocence, and Angela's face is responsible for all Spanish-style dancing, nudity, and Unreal lovers flirting, getting slapped, laughing, and raving about love. The two actors have a clear division of labor. They want to welcome and refuse to welcome. As if she alone became the combination of red roses and white roses in Eileen Chang's writings.
In the end, the sudden reversal of this woman's position and attitude again and again, like the violent explosions that sounded repeatedly in the movie, brought the audience an extremely strong sense of absurdity, subversion and hazy sexual attraction.
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