We thought that with the passage of time, these once glittering things would gradually fade, indifferent, and forgotten, as if they had never been met.
Until one day, our fingertips touched her temperature here, these emotions buried deep in the bottom of our memory will roll over the sky and overwhelm us, making us stunned and caught off guard...
For Thomas, life is like thinking A drug addiction that he can't get rid of and can't give up, tightly wraps every aspect of his life.
The filthy and filthy father who lived on it, accompanied by "defrauding poor residents, speculating on land, getting something for nothing, sleeping with the wife of a colleague, and having a relationship with the lover of the creditor...". The negative life environment of the male protagonist is idling and internal friction. Everything is like the air of the French rainy season, sticky, wet and boring, like a swamp that devours the bright side of people's personality little by little, which is unnatural despair. It was in such a filthy quagmire that Thomas sat in front of the piano again under a certain opportunity, supporting himself to practice hard with some unknown courage, and only hoped to become a piano player again.
He was as brave as a warrior, and like fragile as a child. The director is extremely accurate in grasping the details of the character's heart. The stark contrast between the decadence and despair of the thugs, and the respect and inferiority in the face of ideals, moved the viewers. The soundtrack of the film is beautiful and real, in a dark and muddy cold tone, it always accompanies the protagonist's life like a confidant, which complements the film's cold blue atmosphere.
The actor Romain Duris performs emotionally and delicately, which is unforgettable. He is like a flower with a bit of mud mixed with the smell of soil. Under the calm and damp branches and leaves, there is an extremely rich fragrance and an uncontrollable vitality.
Dirty old leather jackets, yellowed white shirts, pinstriped ties that were always wrinkled, long, cold fingers, brunette hair curled on his forehead lifeless, a grumpy, decadent face and that The eyes full of indifference and sadness...the elegant atmosphere of despair, like the earthy smell that permeates after the rain, rough but fresh.
Equally inspirational, this movie is much more humble and peaceful than those exhilarating self-redemption films in Hollywood. There is no dogma like the Bible, no false Western bliss, no touching, no sensationalism, no sing-song, just such a calm and low-pitched narration, let us discover the power of a kind of moving after the unnoticed calm. Slowly pour into the heart.
Such tenacity and tactful means are very much like the women in the story, humble, calm, persistent, and eloquent, but unforgettable.
French people always like to play something different and romantic. They don't want to be vigorous. It seems that they always want to gently tap a cinnabar mole in your heart after a sullen C'est la Vie, and it will flow delicately. . .
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