84,Charing Cross Road

I finally saw it. When I read the book, I didn't feel so impressed when I saw the ending. I woke up inexplicably in the middle of the night and couldn't sleep again, so I simply opened the diary and talked about it. "84 Charing Cross Street", a collection of letters, book lovers read it with relish. While looking forward to the used bookstore where Frank is located, they admire Helene for reading so much British classical literature. The movie didn't disappoint at all. It won't make people sit in two places foolishly holding their letters and winking and reading, but reading letters and life are intertwined, reflecting the characters of each character. The extension work is well done. Helene sits in the cinema watching the scene of the heroine stepping on the train on the black and white screen, and begins the letter about how she yearns for London; Helene sits by the window and accidentally sees two of her best friends (a pair couples) kissing on the street, so there's "I want to read some love poems. Don't send me Keats or Shelleys! … Go to Central Park to read." Helene was walking in Central Park, and the camera wasted no time in showing the high-rise buildings above the greenery. Those terrifying tall buildings! It's just another reminder that Helene is a poor man living in New York. In fact, watching this movie this time, I saw a more real Helene, not the one I imagined - because of the clever words on the paper and her love for old books, I almost imagined her as a An old English girl living in New York. This time it really reminded me: Helene is an American! She is not at all British cuteness. She has terrible American English, smokes and drinks like American women of that era (she smokes too much! She always smokes when she is reading, isn't she afraid of burning the book!), eats fast food with friends, and eats at home It's a mess, like an editing room. She's very carefree, and I sometimes think she's too carefree, but I remind myself that she's just an American who loves English literature. It's a bit sloppy, but she's a nice person, simple and kind, and I like her simple and contented smile. Not pretty at all, but so endearing! It's also interesting that she typed with those two fingers. In that passage of Pepys Diary, and other dissatisfaction with the book, the fingers snapped on the typewriter like a machine gun, and Frank in London was a direct victim of these literal shells. While typing on the typewriter, he would chant fiercely. (Why do I think of Gould's babble when he plays the piano...)

The first time I saw Frank, I jumped up: Howards End! Well done! It's that honest good guy Frank. I don't talk much in front of my friends, and I like to think about many things in my heart. Seeing Helene's letter, or writing to Helene, there will be uncontrollable happiness on the face, and the embarrassment of people who are usually not good at putting their emotions on their faces (...snickering? Snickering? Maybe we Frank will do the same). Those who speak well, especially Helene's words are so presumptuous, and they always attack with words, which is more interesting. I really liked the part about the hospital visit, and of course it was an extension. During the visit, I read Helene's letter to an old friend, which was regarded as comfort, encouragement, and support, but both of them knew that the old friend was really bad. Helene was so important to the gang in London, and the bookstore was so important to Helene. Therefore, at the beginning of the film, Helene went to London, and the scene of people going to the empty building was dedicated at the beginning. Helene, who was standing in the empty bookstore, began to recall until Frank died, and Helene wrote the last letter to a friend in the apartment. , suddenly returning to the empty bookstore, this feeling is even more melancholy. However, what I like at the end of the movie is Helene's smile, which I like so much, sincere and optimistic. Because there are cherished memories, twenty years, so why bother asking for more.

It is necessary to mention that Frank's wife Nora, played by Judi Dench, is really powerful. Love that last letter written by Nora. Judi Dench is sitting at the dining table and writing, her voice is reading the letter, she is sitting in the picture, sometimes thinking, sometimes writing, it goes so naturally, but it is very infectious, a kind of deep remembrance The love flows out. Emotionally, the film is well grasped, and there are no ups and downs in the plot. Only at the end, the rather ruthless letter sent by the secretary. Frank never wrote to her again, there was a cacophony of voices on the TV, and Helene sat on the sofa, head bowed, letter in hand, and slowly began to cry. I started to cry too, especially after she was alone at home packing those books - she had so many beautiful books! As the voice of her letter to a friend went on: "...If you happen to pass by 84 Charing Cross Road, kiss it for me! I owe it so much." That was the saddest moment for me. I read this several times while I was reading, and although it was very touching, I never shed a tear. Only this time, I can express my love for 84 Charing Cross Road in a very happy way.

It has been two years since I first encountered this book and fell in love with it again, and I have been looking for this movie for two years. Plain and simple, it really is, and book lovers will fall in love with it for some simple reason, like why they fall in love with books.

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