Ten minutes later, I learned that the story took place in London, because they said that the place where they met was in the tube, and I happened to feel the artistic conception of the tube there a month ago. The main character's English is English with a Spanish accent, sometimes not even the correct English. So I googled the London movie Helen Spanish James and found the movie right away.
In fact, I don't believe in fate. I always hear people say that character determines fate, but I always disagree. What kind of person you meet depends on your character and cannot be denied, but it has nothing to do with fate. My interpretation of fate may be quite different:
"Environment and experience are functions of time, while character is gradually formed in the evolution of time, and the so-called fate is only at the end of time. Someone made a lazy It's just a summary. It can be said to be an unscientific summary."
I like my own understanding, because it contains my judgment on life.
Ha, I remember I had no interest in chatting up with people on the London tube. However, more than once, naturally, with very different strangers on different occasions and in different countries, they had conversations with completely different interests. I can't tell whether it's people looking for me or me talking to people. In fact, the encounter is fate, and the goodbyes after that are all said to be smooth and comfortable. Don't ask people what they're called, they don't ask where you come from, but only enjoy the interest, feelings and communication at that moment.
Fate is not destiny. At the end of the movie, the two people meet again in a door. Although there is some flavor, it makes the audience think about it, but there is always a feeling of grandstanding, because the audience hopes that they can finally come together, when the Helen in a time and space leaves Rear. As everyone knows, how many encounters there will be in life, perhaps for the same stranger, in different time and space, in different moods, the final result is very uncertain. I don't like this ending. Helen, who has stepped out of the haze of the third party, promises a new beginning. James was a nice guy, but it seemed contrived to have them start a similar conversation with strangers in a door again. Taking this story as an example of doom seems pale. Fortunately, I don't believe that at all.
This old movie reminds me of another point, that is, in a relationship with a third party, what I see is always a man having an affair, and it is always a woman who is hurt. Not only in movies, but also in reality. A girl who has known each other for many years will say out loud, "A single woman is innocent in a triangular relationship, and it is her right to pursue love. If there is no problem in the relationship between husband and wife or boyfriend and girlfriend, no one can break into it. The world of two people." It sounds reasonable at first, but it always makes me refuse to accept it. In the past few years, among the people I know, repeated such things have gradually cultivated my ability to bear. The attitude was filled with righteous indignation at the time, and gradually degenerated to listening but not expressing any opinions. A relationship that has been in operation for a long time, if it is so vulnerable, how can it be worthy of nostalgia. Of course, not to mention those men who rely on women's soft food, they are hardly worthy of having a relationship. The film seems to deliberately emphasize that men are the masters of women's lives. The superficiality or depth of the film is to reflect that this is a male-dominated world. Helen will only be happy when he meets the right man. You know, women are not only happy through men.
Learn to be happy with your own happiness, fate is a paper tiger.
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