This is the story of "life with a glass of wine", a story about liberation.
Miles is a down-and-out amateur writer. A novel devoted to three years is facing the critical moment of publication. His other identity is a middle-aged man who has just divorced. His bulging belly and flat forehead are the most typical signs. However, nothing can hinder Miles's consistent love of red wine. So, on the eve of his friend Jack's marriage, he embarked on a journey of tasting, playing, and enjoying life with him.
The sunshine of Southern California was as brilliant as it was about to awaken the lives of these two men. Miles was deeply intoxicated in the mellowness of various wines, but Jack wanted more. He urged Miles to find a female companion to have fun just like himself. They met Maya, the waitress at the restaurant. Jack soon had a fierce fight with Maya's friend Stephanie, but Miles, who was still sceptical about the divorce, saw the deep quality of red wine in Maya. Their conversation about red wine pinot in Stephanie's house was actually explaining their own perceptions of life. They are also middle-aged people who have suffered marital trauma. They long to be loved beautifully, waiting to be opened by the right person like a bottle of old wine.
But once Jack's lie came to light in the world, the relationship between everyone was gone. What Jack got was a beating from Stephanie, Miles innocently lost Maya's trust, and learned the sad news that the novel could not be published. The two frustrated old men teased each other and laughed happily. The humor is so dark, it feels a bit chilly when it hits my ears. California's winter is coming soon.
Playboy Jack finally had a wedding with his fiancee. Miles met his ex-wife Victoria and her current husband at the wedding. The news of Victoria's pregnancy hit Miles again like a bolt from the blue. From then on, I began to feel sorry for this depressed little man. He described himself as a fingerprint on the glass window of a skyscraper, which might be ignored because of the slightly stronger light. As soon as Victoria left, the pain swelled like it was about to rush out of his face in the next second. Miles turned around, trying to restrain but appearing so reluctant. Finally, he ran to his broken car with his back, and at that moment he made up his mind.
Miles found the red wine he had treasured for many years and drank it alone in the fast food restaurant, together with his humble embarrassment and despair. He shared the trough and peak of life with himself, and no one applauded.
Fortunately, Maya knows the same art as Miles. When Miles wore a red shirt and knocked on Maya's door, the film stopped abruptly. Is this the humorous director joking with the audience, or is it deliberately hiding the strongest aftertaste and leaving it for us to taste? The answer lies in sideways.
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