"There's something inanimate inside of me." Stephane's words, these days, will linger in my mind from time to time. On the afternoon of the first day of the long vacation, after watching "Winter Heart", I felt that a certain part of my heart seemed to be lost somewhere, and I couldn't tell which part was lost, and I couldn't tell where it was lost. It continues to this day. still. This film resonates with me so much. Perhaps because I haven't encountered such a strong film for too long, I don't want to let go so easily and let this breath fade away, so I am obsessed with finding suitable film reviews everywhere. Find the right words to fill the emptiness in your heart that is a little lost after being attracted. Camille's unparalleled elegance, Stephane's mysterious depth. Fragments of Ravel's sonatas echoed in my mind, tender, intense, passionate, or sad. Those were the ups and downs of Camille's love. And Stephane, always so refined and quiet, watched Camille from the side. Camille was lifted lightly to the cusp of happiness in the waves of love, playing the ultimate melody for Stephane's existence, but in a split second, Stephane's etiquette refused to get involved in the waves and fell heavily into the bottom of the endless waves . I can't fully express the depth of Stephane's heart, but it's not that I can't completely understand his choice, or his pursuit. Imagine Stephane's inner world, like the blue gradually entering the deep sea of endless darkness, in addition to the tranquility, the boundless silence, without any other company. Stephane says music is a dream. So he gave up his major at the conservatory and became a skilled violin craftsman. Transforming his subtle understanding of music into precise tuning of the violin is far from but closer to his dream. Always look at the other side of the dream from the nearest shore. And for love. I still think he loves Camille. This is not some mundane speculation. I just feel like treating his dreams, the perfection of Camille and the perfection of love for Camille, may also need to be as circuitous and nuanced as Stephane's approach to music and violin. "There is something inanimate in my heart." I think those emotions that represent the existence of life are not dispelled by Stephane's deep inner silence and introversion, but by the long silence and Stephane's deep thinking about the ultimate in life Wrap it up and seal it there. In any case, this is all the richness of a French film I imagined it to be. And when I watched this film, I was sure that its existence was not imaginary, Naturally, this unexpected satisfaction will feel a little lost. I think, this is like a fantasy about love, when its fragrance really brushes past like a transparent veil, you will feel a sweet loss of the arrival of that moment in the air.
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