Italy is so beautiful, the church in Rome is still so magnificent in black and white movies, and even adds a historical charm, the eternal city is well deserved. Rome in 1960 was really retro, with high-end party clothes, fragrant sideburns, and intertwined gongs. The women had slender limbs, exquisite makeup and hair, fancy jewelry and fancy clothes, so light that they could live on tiptoe. A nice little car, but also potholes and dusty suburban roads. Tradition and modernity collide and coexist in a bizarre way. They have a curious interest in the Orient and Oriental women, a zealous admiration for Greek goddesses, and a disgraceful curiosity and ideas about American female journalists.
The male protagonist and the male protagonist's friends each have their own pains. Marcello's friend is his version of settle down. The family of four seems to be a happy family, but his musical attainments are in an awkward situation. He is also tearing and suffering, but he is powerless. Luo didn't want to get married and have children, and said that he could recommend him a job as an editor, but in the end he decided to cut off his own life. A rich girl has a dull, boring high life, but she's so empty, her pain doesn't feel real, she just wants to experience, she can drive a strange woman home on a whim and let Marcello in a messy basement Having sex with her, he will confess to Marcello and ask her to marry him, while throwing himself into the arms of other men. Marcello's girlfriend, who loves him to a perverted level, commits suicide, intimidates, eats eggs and bananas, her insecurities all turn into a suffocating desire for control, but watching her pray to the Virgin makes her pitiful. The Greek goddess was dazzling as soon as she appeared on the stage, and she gained love all the way and was sought after, but she married the wrong person. She had the dazzling beauty of a goddess and the innocence of a girl, but unfortunately she met a boring husband who even slapped her, in front of the Roman Wishing Pond The middle of the night may be her last free and happy memory. All the women here are not happy. And Marcello, who was loved by all women, handsome, charming, and a little melancholy, was even more painful. Women liked to flirt with him, but no one could understand his pain. His friend died, and his father visited again. Leaving, the gap between his own literary ideals and the gossip tabloid reporter devoured him little by little, and he was unable to redeem himself. Faith is the hope of redemption for some people, but it is also the source of pain for others. It is another absurd show when everyone is looking for the Virgin to pull branches on a rainy night. One step forward is a cliff, and one step back is an abyss, so I have to paralyze myself, revel in the paralysis, and welcome a new dawn. But this dawn was different from the previous dawns. He couldn't understand the girl's sign language.
I declare that the actor Marcello is the second most handsome man after Clark Gable, and I'm going to see his other movies. In addition, as expected of Rome, I seem to see the queen in it, and somehow I think of the Roman Empire, the Pope and the beautiful boys.
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