After the brief description began, I put a pillow behind my back, found the most comfortable position, and stopped moving.
Three hours, not a cult of Kundera or any questioning about trying to adapt Kaufman, just give me a story.
Thomas met Teresa in a small town, and she followed him back to Prague, where she stayed at his home. After a dance, Thomas realizes his jealousy and they get married. A piggy with a tie witnessed their wedding.
Whether it's a movie or a book, it's an unexpected affair. Aside from Lewis' seductive blue eyes and Binoche's baby-pink face and a few words in between, I don't know why love happens. Of course, perhaps we should expect such unreasonable love more.
Kundera famously argued that having sex with a woman and sleeping with a woman are two distinct, even almost opposing, feelings. Love is manifested not by the desire to make love (which can be the desire for countless women), but by the desire to sleep with her (which can only be the desire for one woman).
So, Thomas should be in love with Theresa. She broke the rules and lived in his bed in his house, she held his hand to sleep, he hugged her gently to sleep when she woke up from a nightmare, "Sleep in my arms, like a baby, like A little bird, like a whistle, like a whistle blowing a sweet melody..."
Thomas, however, couldn't stop chasing other women, couldn't stop making love to them.
Sabina is one of Thomas' many women, and of course, she's different. I have a feeling that Theresa is a child and Sabina is a woman. Like Teresa's childlike eyes, baby red skin, and the fact that she wears a plain, unattractive pink Bra, and even baggy bottoms, which has nothing to do with how old the movie is, because Sabine Na is obviously different. Sabina, who always wears black underwear, is a painter who loves freedom and a sense of history. She always likes to wear a black hat left by her grandfather. Her eyes are smart and clear. "I'm not against communism, I'm just against kitsch," she said.
Thomas or Kundera is a magical figure, he made two women acquainted, Sabina helped Theresa find a job, made her a photographer, and while in Geneva, the two women even photographed each other Each other's nudes model each other. When Sabina's hand moved gently on Theresa's back, I almost felt terrified, but fortunately, her hand stopped quickly. Two women, facing the lover's wife's body and facing the husband's lover's body, inquiring, jealous, strange, or some degree of mutual sympathy, which one feels more?
Can't help but admire Sabina's freedom and ease, when she opened the window on the train and stuck her head out and came back with a face full of rain, when she put on her hat and stood there unbuttoning her coat, when her lover told him The despair on her face and the long kiss with tears when she left my wife, when she fled for freedom, I was deeply shocked and even admired. And Theresa, Theresa makes me feel bad. She understands her husband's physical infidelity, but believes that he loves her. She tries to make herself like him and sees physical integration as a simple biological process equivalent to eating and drinking, only to find that things get worse.
Is love a process of drawing a dungeon into a prison? Thomas, Theresa, they've all made love's death row?
At the end of the film, there is a happy rural life. Theresa is wearing a sackcloth dress to cook and do laundry. Thomas uses his hand holding the scalpel to drive the tractor to farm the fields. The pig with the tie grew up, and they brought It goes to country taverns to drink and dance. That night, when they didn't go home, Thomas walked into room NO6 with Teresa in his arms. I saw traces of black dirt on his slender fingers.
This is their last night.
Sabina burst into tears when she received news of their deaths in a foreign country.
Back to the road in the countryside, the crisp mountain forest, the hazy water vapor, the car slowly drove into the depths and disappeared.
Light or heavy, life is but a brief moment, while death and passing away are eternity.
Then end it when it is the most beautiful.
The violin sounded, and I said softly: She is a child who was floated down the river in a resin-coated straw basket, how could he let the straw basket with the child float down the river to the raging Jiang Tao? Metaphors are dangerous, Thomas didn't know it yet, a metaphor can sow the seeds of love.
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