Pascal was French and a thinker. Rohmer's repeated references to Pascal in this film naturally give the film a philosophical connotation.
It seems so. Because it is not the individual person who falls in love, but the attributes of the person. Therefore, it is not difficult for us to understand that the blonde girl seen in the Catholic church will be more recognized by the male protagonist than the lively Mude. Even if Mude entered his life first and was very attractive, his attributes were greater than those of people. Since Mude didn't have the attributes set by the male protagonist, he would naturally have no chance.
What attributes do we fall in love with? It is nothing more than truth, goodness and beauty, but is it still as bright and beautiful as it looks? Or just a few empty words. Are the things that each of us likes really the same as they appear and live to this day?
Mude was very direct and obviously provocative that night, although they lived peacefully together, in the morning, Mude was almost ruined by a hug from Mude to the male protagonist. There is no end to Mude's teasing, from evening to morning. The absurdity of the male protagonist was clearly revealed in Mude's gentle push.
A Catholic blonde who is loyal to him, with these few things, is the ideal wife for the male protagonist. But when Mude hugged him in the morning, he seemed to have forgotten everything.
Because, as Pascal said, life is full of chance. Nothing is set in stone. The hero's so-called chastity left to his future wife was almost destroyed in a hug from Mude.
In the accidental circle of time, we are swayed by wishful paranoia without seeing the ridiculousness of ourselves. And what we identify is nothing more than some prejudice. The process of people's paranoid search for prejudice is only a mirror image in the end.
Mude is like a Zen master who enlightens the hero. And the protagonist still goes his own way. He had no doubts about his faith, and he had the same unshakable faith in the blonde Catholic girl he had a crush on. He believed in necessity. He married her as he wished, but many years later, in an encounter with Mude, he found out that his blond wife was Mude's rival in love, destroying a mistress of her family.
He is an ordinary man, so he is often bewitched by the pitiful, weak and pure blonde. That's one of people's prejudices. Like many rules in this society. After the rules are made, we often forget our hearts. Being swayed by the rules, in the end, I can only slap myself. This is the absurdity of white horses not horses.
The male protagonist realizes that he is being played by his own blindness, and there is no other way but to lie and say that Mude is his mistress, in order to comfort his wife, who seems to him to have a disturbed conscience, in fact, who knows.
To give face to his wife is just to give himself face. His rules didn't give him what he wanted. Rohmer told him to lie to his paranoia. Yes, how can people's ridiculousness be changed so easily?
Life refuses to be defined. There is no immutable good and no obvious evil. Humans who are bound by their own hands and feet are only ridiculous.
Paranoia goes hand in hand with human beings.
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