"I did make love. Not only did I do it, I felt it deeply, but I wrote it down."
Love and writing are the two most important things in Duras' life.
The absolute pursuit of love has become the main theme in Duras' literary works.
"The Lover" is his most wanton and intense writing on love and desire.
The hard nib swiped smoothly on the clearly textured white paper, and Duras, 70, began to tell the story of her young lover.
"I'm getting old. One day, in the hall of a public place, a man came up to me. He introduced himself and he said to me: 'I know you and will always remember you. At that time, you still Very young, everyone says you are beautiful, now, I'm here to tell you, to me, I think you are more beautiful now than when you were young, when you were a young woman, the same as you were then Than, I love your devastated face now."
Originally, it was just an encounter for the exchange of interests, but it gave birth to a confession that spanned the years.
The giant ships on the Mekong are still as loud, noisy and crowded as they used to be, filled with the smell of poverty from the bottom people of the colony.
Reflected by the reflection in the river, a white girl in a rose-colored felt hat leaned alone on the side of the ferry.
The old dress showed her slender arms, and the belt was casually tied to outline a graceful curve. The slightly upturned lips were embellished with red lipstick to give a mature style, when the hot and humid wind passed through her chest. At that time, the micro-emulsions that had not yet developed were looming.
The Chinese man sitting in the black RV captured this erotic desire. He got out of the car and approached him. But his hands were shaking, because of desire, because of cowardice, or because he wanted to be above her.
Duras chose to return the most primitive joy of love to human beings. Only by returning to the originality of desire can the original desire of love be stripped away. "What people cover up, I'm going to write it out like I'm in the sun," she said.
In the speeding black RV, her eyes glanced over the frail body of the Chinese man and landed on the ring representing wealth.
In the violently shaking car, he was unable to control his body. He probed with his fingertips, approached, approached again, and intertwined his fingers, she had a subtle and complex experience, the burning of carnal desire, the hope of saying goodbye to the poor and miserable life, and the thrill of conquest. She closed her eyes, letting his hands come close to her body, her legs.
The road was so long that it took several blocks to reach her school. The journey was so short, she seemed to have just closed her eyes and was about to open them.
Without any agreement, her figure quickly disappeared inside the gate of the boarding school.
After returning to school, she listened to her girlfriend in the silent night: "I would rather prostitute than take care of a leper".
Seeing that she was sure to appear in the black RV on the corner of the school, and he didn't turn his head in the RV, she walked over, and the lip print left on the window was more seductive than any provocation.
She followed him to the gorgeously furnished house in the downtown area. She didn't let him ramble, just let him do what he did to other women.
No tragedy, no destruction.
"She didn't look at him, just stroked him. He was moaning, he was crying. He was suffering from his hateful love. He was almost crying and having fun with her... She felt her It seems to be lifted slowly, through the clouds, and taken to a world of bliss...the sea, without shape, just because it is incomparable."
At this moment, what we see are two intertwined bodies, and more importantly, two lonely souls. Only through the most primitive release can they feel the existence of a trace of life.
Duras' view of love is unique. In her spiritual world, love can illuminate people's spirit and senses, and can maximize self.
She has to fight life in this way. Against the trance-like mother, against the beastly elder brother, against the embarrassment of poverty... Against everything that robs her of happiness and erodes her soul.
He had endless pleasure in her, killing his time, his life. They tell each other about their grief and loneliness, the only thing they don't talk about is the future, because they know they didn't come.
But helplessly, he is a weak Chinese, his skin color can't get her affirmation, and his weakness can't win love for himself.
He could only ask her to follow him and say "I'm here for your money".
Eventually, he moved toward the marriage his father had chosen for him. She went to the wedding scene, but her eyes were numb, maybe it was the sadness that her fifteen-year-old heart couldn't discern what love was, or maybe it was her skin color that made her proud.
He sponsored her to return home.
"When the steamship sounded its first farewell whistle, when the gangway was lifted, when the tugboat began to pull the passenger ship away from the earth, she also wept. But she did not let people see her tears, because he was A Chinese person should never say goodbye to such a lover in tears."
If it is said that from the beginning of the film, his initiative is the brewing of the tragedy of the whole story, and his countless exposure of deep feelings is the fermentation of the tragedy of the story, then the black RV that appears in the unnoticed corner of the Mekong River is the burst of tragedy in the story.
On the deep sea at night, she was irresistibly attracted by the melodious Chopin music when she returned, as if being controlled by fate. She cried, she cried aloud in the deserted night. She thought of the Chinese man on the other side. His tender impulses evoked not only youthful desire but also her pure love. At this moment, the tragedy of the story reaches its climax.
There is a brilliance of brazenness and innocence in Duras's work. Man is first and foremost a man with a physical reality, and the existence of life is first and always a physical existence. Controlling the release of life will only make life wither, and the desire to destroy the flesh means the demise of life.
So she wants to pursue the freedom to break the abstinence, the sex that breaks the bondage.
There have been many lovers in her life, but she poured true love into every love, making it nourish her life.
The film's poetic imagery, deep style, and broken sense of blur perfectly illustrate the Duras-style inescapable loneliness and the pure and fiery emotional experience.
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