Anais, a pretty, innocent and well-read young female writer, struggles with love and desire, between her husband and the impoverished American writer Henry. When the American wife June travels across the ocean to Paris, Anais There was an ambiguous and ambiguous love affair with her again...
In the process of watching, I both love and hate Anais. I love her sensitive and delicate emotional world, and hate her for unrestrainedly venting herself too much. Abundant lust; love her simple and lovely smiling face, hate the unconcealed restlessness and unease in her smart eyes.
But at the end of the movie, Anais is sitting in her husband's car, walking out of the road paved with love and pain. The slate street was full of tears. As said in the monologue, all this is just a woman's growing up process, and the pain during it is unavoidable. In an instant, the hatred for her disappeared.
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