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warmth
Verlie 2022-03-21 09:02:22
I originally wanted to write down a lot of detailed feelings in a long talk. But I always feel that the feelings about the plot. Everyone's experience is different. So I just keep it as my own memory. Norah Jones' singing has a miraculous tacit understanding with Wong Kar Wai's plot. The same rich tones as his previous films. And those images that will always appear in his films. Bar counters. Smoke. Postcards. Late night streets... Actually, I want to say. The movie. In the last shot. The warmth reaches its peak. The kiss from above on the wide screen. It is more charming than the poster. Jude Law and his stubble.
Extended Reading
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Elizabeth: Why do you keep them? You should just throw them out.
Jeremy: No. No, I couldn't do that.
Elizabeth: Why not?
Jeremy: If I threw these keys away then those doors would be closed forever and that shouldn't be up to me to decide, should it?
Elizabeth: I guess I'm just looking for a reason.
Jeremy: From my observations, sometimes it's better off not knowing, and other times there's no reason to be found.
Elizabeth: Everything has a reason.
Jeremy: Hmm. It's like these pies and cakes. At the end of every night, the cheesecake and the apple pie are always completely gone. The peach cobbler and the chocolate mousse cake are nearly finished... but there's always a whole blueberry pie left untouched.
Elizabeth: So what's wrong with the blueberry pie?
Jeremy: There's nothing wrong with the blueberry pie. Just... people make other choices. You can't blame the blueberry pie, just... no one wants it.
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Elizabeth: [wiping her tears] How do you say goodbye to someone you can't imagine living without? I didn't say goodbye.
[pause]
Elizabeth: I didn't say anything. I just walked away.