Once a certain day and a certain place. Time is like still air.
Your unruly surprises me.
If you miss an appointment in this life. No need to meet in a certain year.
I am willing to be completely drunk for a lifetime.
- "Who Will Let Go"
Potrait of a lady on fire.
I have always felt that in front of this female film, all the affection can be described in words, and it is too pale under such a beautiful face and scenery. The two heroines each have irreplaceable beauty. The girls I've seen who can really be described as beautiful are nothing more than that.
Nomi is the most classical and dynamic French face I have ever seen. Delicate, handsome and handsome, looking closely and full of childishness. The two eyebrows are always raised slightly. As a young painter, she is flying and confident. With her hair in a bun and a paintbrush, she can be an elegant woman sitting upright in an oil painting, with her hair scattered and her pajamas on, she can be as clean and pure as a baby, with an uncontrollable smile showing her teeth, kind and warm, like a fire for heating in winter, who is there? can resist. When she was sad, the picture of drinking red wine with tears in her eyes, sighing softly in depression, made people look at her and couldn't help feeling pity.
Adela, blonde, arrogant and cold, refusing to be thousands of miles away, has a trace of depression and anger that fate has imposed on her. Green eyes are like gems, they can be cold when they don't know each other, but they can be gentle and sparkling when they are emotional. Sitting next to the painter playing the piano, that is the most talkative pair of backs I have ever seen. Secretly looking at the girl playing the piano countless times, she is as restrained as a deer, and her eyes are cautious and uncontrollable with boundless admiration. Surging together, the tension reached an extreme. Growing up in a monastery, she was only familiar with the Mass and had never heard a symphony. And she came to her side and played this movement for her. She doesn't like to laugh, she refuses to be painted, and she tortures all the painters she has collaborated with before, but she expects her to stay, and offers to pose for her to get her mother's consent. Looking at his lover, when she was painting her portrait, he couldn't even restrain a smirk. What a naive child with a pure heart and longing for love. When facing the girl he loves, no matter how majestic the glacier can melt into fine water, it will flow in the heart. Adele's acting is so heartbreaking and heart-wrenching.
Watching this movie, I feel warm and touching for five minutes, and I can smile knowingly. The affection between two smart and moving girls is so subtle and intelligent. This must be the basis for them to gradually attract each other.
For the first time, I felt that the girl played by Adele was unusual. It was the line. They were on the beach. The dialogue between the girl and the painter began to slowly reveal the character of this character.
I'd like to bath.
On a clamer day?
Yes.
How long will you stay?
Six more days.
do you swim?
I don't know.
It's too dangerous if you don't.
I meant, I don't know if I can swim.
You see, she didn't say she couldn't swim, she said she wasn't sure she could. This is by no means a submissive girl. She is well behaved and obeys her mother's arrangement, which does not mean that she does not have her own will. She just made her own choice.
The next day, the painter and the girl walked on the beach and sat on the ground. The painter asked the girl about her dead sister:
Do you think she wanted to die?
You're the first person unafraid to ask that.
Apart from you?
I'm not one to ask that. And yourself. In fact, I have already seen your thoughts and understood your thoughts. You have already asked this question in your heart. You just don't realize it yourself.
Before the painter could confess, he continued her painting while the girl was walking alone. When the girl came back, she put her paint-stained right hand behind her back and moved it to her chest to avoid her gaze. The girl who finished the Mass looked in high spirits, probably because by then she had already felt what it was like to like and miss someone. Stand behind her and say to her:
In solitude, I felt the liberty you spoke of.
But I also felt your absence.
After listening to this sentence, the painter who was listening from the side turned around suddenly, his lips slightly opened and closed. Then calm down and leave. The girl's face was also calm and warm, looking straight ahead. At that moment, she said these two words without any anxiety or shyness.
At the beginning of this scene, I heard my heart skip a beat.
There are so many clips that touch me, and so many lines that communicate with each other. When the artist confessed to her for the first time, he showed the portrait of the girl with a calm smile and a serene look on her face. The two of them would not let anyone else. She is far away. The painter is no longer docile, but resolutely said, how do you know that I am far away from her. The two girls started a philosophical argument, and it was a grudge between lovers. "I didn't know you were an art critic" "I didn't know you were a painter." I laughed when I saw this. How can someone be so cute.
In the five days when the girl's mother was gone, the two were alone. Every scene can no longer be described in words, every scene is a precious memory, and the concentration of all emotions begins to be released. The acting skills of the two actors make me believe that in the face of such delicate performances and the natural scene where the sea and the sky meet, the lines have already been placed in second place, eclipsed. The sweetness of every kiss, the tenderness of every embrace, every lustful look at each other, and every unwillingness to part with nostalgia, are quietly placed on P.28 of that book. Put the mirror between your legs, look at the reflection in the mirror, and quietly describe the me in your eyes at this moment on the paper. You spread your legs and I see the most beautiful flowers in the world. You close your legs and let my caressing be reflected in the mirror. From now on, all my most secrets will only be seen by you, and I will see everything about me at this moment from your most secret corners.
How ingenious and moving.
The pain of separation can only be found in such an unknown end of the world, in a closed, whispering valley, standing in front of the boundless sea, listening to the feeling of the majestic waves touching the reef and turning back again and again. The surging and real heartache, crying and saying goodbye with the most inseparable hugs and kisses.
You said that under the witness of the sea of sky, how can this love not be large and majestic, how can it not turn around a thousand times, it makes people feel uneasy.
However, the surprise given by the director is far more than that. What I like most is the director's understanding of Orpheus looking back in Ovid's Metamorphoses. In the movie, the girl reads the scene at the dinner table at night, and the maid disagrees with Orpheus' turning back, saying that he should not turn back anyway, because he is not allowed to do so, which clearly puts his wife Ou Rydik in the abyss. And the painter said:
He can resist, his reasons aren't serious.
Perhaps he makes a choice.
He chooses a memory of her. That's why he turns.
He doesn't make the lover's choice, but the poet's.
The girl paused at this point, read the last paragraph, and said:
Perhaps she was the one who said, turn around.
The French for "Turn around" was blurted out by Adele, short and powerful, with a breathtaking power.
In the final farewell hug, the artist pressed his lips to the girl's shoulder for the last time, desperately trying to retain her breath. Then he turned around and ran downstairs. At the door, she suddenly stopped, and the familiar French "Turn around" sounded behind her. She turned her head, took one last look at her in white gauze, then closed the door and left. As the door slammed, the sound hit the door of the heart heavily, and the scene of escaping into darkness came to an abrupt end. The painter made a choice like the Orpheus in the fairy tale. It was a poet's choice, not a lover's choice. She looked back and left her last memory, and also the memory of the time she spent on this small island. And the girl made the choice she understood Central Eurydice and called her back, without any blame. Then leave behind the door that seems to be fate, fall into the abyss with the darkness, complete the marriage she never knew, marry and have children.
That was already the best arrangement. No resistance, no accusation, no blame. Just as the painter later saw in the portrait that she was married and had children, she was graceful and calm, and she should have lived a peaceful and happy life. Holding the cute child's hand. That is her son. But in that indifferent smile, she couldn't see the emotion and happiness that she couldn't help when she first painted her. In the lower left corner of the portrait, she only holds the book in her hand, and her fingers are lifted to freeze at P.28. She burst into tears, already understanding everything.
The last time I saw her was in the crowd, and she went to listen to the concerto alone, Vivaldi's The Four Seasons-Summer. She didn't see her. And she looked at her, watching her emotions fluctuate with the movement, her eyes were red, her chest was trembling, and her face was full of tears. Finished her last gaze.
I love this film.
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