Snippets and Monologues I Love

Nakia 2022-03-20 09:02:04

As the opening film of the Cannes Film Festival, "Paris, I Love You" tells 17 short stories that happened in Paris, involving people who have never met before, lovers, tourists, newly married or divorced couples, all walks of life, different nationalities (There are Chinese, oriental people in the eyes of the French really make me speechless = =) There are even stories of clowns, vampires. I watched this film mainly because of Juliet Binoche, who played Katherine in The New Wuthering Heights and Hanna in The English Patient. I don't know in advance when Binoche will come out, but at the beginning of the 7th story, a haggard-looking mother appears...her sharp outline (reminiscent of Ralph Fiennes because of her thinness! ), pointy nose, and those passionate, innocent eyes! This is how Binoche appeared! Binoche's part of flying beyond reality...but her acting is really impressive...

there are some of these little stories that I don't understand, but there are also a few that I like. One of them said that his wife was terminally ill. When she was about to tell her husband the news, because she couldn't bear all the eccentricities of his wife and the extravagance outside, her husband just asked her for a divorce (it really picks the time) , but his husband changed his mind immediately after learning that his wife's time was short, said goodbye to his lover, and cherished the last time with his wife wholeheartedly. The story ends by saying: Now, even after many years have passed, as long as he sees a woman wearing red clothes (his wife only likes to wear red clothes during her lifetime), his heart will still tremble. The eyes of the two men in The Tale of Two Negroes are impressive, full of friendliness and simplicity. There is also a story about a newlywed couple who visited Wilde's tomb during their honeymoon because the wife liked Wilde, but the husband couldn't understand why she was so obsessed with him... It's just because I've always had a dream to visit the Brontës Take a look at the cemetery, my wife's admiration and love for Wilde makes me feel like a bosom friend~

My favorite of the whole film is the final story, an independent elderly woman traveling alone (and her dog) to Paris. For someone like me, who likes France, but is not fanatical, and has no possibility of going further, the monologue from a tourist's point of view resonates more with me. Women looking for restaurants alone, not traveling with groups, meditating on lush paths and gardens... This is the state I most want to travel. She and I will be invaded by emotions for a period of time, sadness> happiness, we are all alone, in a strange city, those faded memories of the past come back, just because of a small uncontrollable affection, we fell in love Paris.


I like the woman's monologue very much:

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but, during this time, I have been thinking a lot about my life, walking the streets and thinking a lot of questions at the same time. I can...I can see what I've been waiting for. I hope to find in those places, what I have read in books, there will be some adventures. I believe Parisians are friendly.
I visited a famous cemetery where many famous people are buried. There are the tombs of Sartre and Simone de Beauvoir, two famous French thinkers, and they were very much in love, so they were buried together. I also visited the tomb of Diaz, who is also a celebrity. Sitting on the chair in front of his grave, facing him, and I'm still thinking, it's a very interesting thing. I think of my sister, who died young, and my mother, who died of cancer last year.

One day, many people and I took the elevator to see the panorama of Paris. Suddenly, I felt uncomfortable, but I didn't care. Anyway, everyone is unavoidable. But I still went up. Enjoy the view with many people. It's really nice. So now I'm thinking, what a happy life this is. From this highest point, I overlooked the whole of Paris. It's like telling someone that it's so beautiful, isn't it? But there was no one around. I was reminded of my first love, who wanted to come and see Paris. Thinking like this, I feel stupid again because I haven't seen him in eleven years. And he's married now, with someone I don't know

I found a small park and sitting in the park, I took out my prepared sandwich and ate it slowly, it was delicious. Then something happened, something hard to describe. Sitting there quietly, thinking about nothing. Away from my work, familiar surroundings and people, I developed a deep feeling, I felt an inexplicable emotion, or an emotion I had been waiting for for a long time. But I don't know what it is, maybe it's something I've forgotten, or maybe I've never experienced it. All I can say is that I felt joy and sadness at the same time but more sadness. Because I feel like I'm still alive. Yes, alive. It was from this moment that I started to love Paris, and at the same time I felt that Paris loved me too.



Baudelaire's poem said: "The city of all evil, I love you!" After
watching this film superficially, although I still didn't like Paris more (maybe because I didn't understand enough), I found the same interests as myself. , gained a travel attitude. The benefits of a film are different for everyone, and for me, that's probably the case.

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Extended Reading
  • Sigrid 2022-03-28 09:01:06

    It's a bit similar to true love, but it's not just love, but also the masterpiece of multiple directors. The stories are not mixed together, just one by one, which makes people feel that it is longer than ordinary movies. The stories of so many people are really amazing. Feeling heavy, even if many are happy... A life with love is so radiant that it exudes an air of infatuation...

  • Sabrina 2022-03-26 09:01:08

    This has something to do with Paris. Except for a few short films, it has little to do with the history or culture of the 20th arrondissement. It is the Coen brothers and chomet's awesomeness. It reveals that the real Paris is like this. It is an imaginative Paris. I do my Paris. Let's go crazy Wescraven's Wilde is bad enough The last American old lady is funny in French The other paragraphs are rough

Paris, je t'aime quotes

  • Zarka: You're even worse at this than getting girls.

    Franois: My friends do that stuff, not me.

    Zarka: They're pathetic.

    Franois: You have beautiful hair, why do you have to cover it up?

    Zarka: I don't have to. I choose to.

    Franois: Too bad, 'cause you're so pretty.

    Zarka: You mean I'm not beautiful in my hijab?

    Franois: [laughs] That's not what I meant.

    Zarka: You and your friends don't know shit about women. Why talk to them like that? When you can see they don't like it? If I want to look beautiful, I do it for me. When I wear this I feel part of a faith, an identity. I feel good. That's what beauty is. Tell that to your friends. Then maybe one day, they might even get laid.

  • Carol: Sometimes I think it would be nice to have someone, with whom to share this life.