What a clichéd plot, but it always reminds me of Jules' loneliness and timid tricks from time to time.
She hates formal occasions. Tired of the so-called love. But when he received a call from him to announce his marriage, he fell from his bed to the ground.
She listened to him whispering on the phone, I love her. But I am afraid. I need you.
She complained angrily, that "best friend" who had been with her for so many years, how could there be another woman in her heart? He can only see her, he can only think of her. He must be in love with her. Otherwise, how could there be consonance, or how could he say to her, my dear Jules, if we are not married at 28, let's be together.
That's how she told herself steadfastly. He belongs to me. I can't lose him. I want to win him back to me.
She saw him at the airport. I couldn't wait to run into his arms, but saw the young and enthusiastic and beautiful woman hugging her with a smile, and inviting her to be her bridesmaid. She is thinking of a little abacus in her heart, how can she be my opponent?
She dutifully played the role of a good friend. I accompany her to buy wedding supplies, and did not forget to remind her of all his bad habits in her ears, but was surprised to find that the girl knew all about him but accepted them all. The first attempt failed.
She took them to Karaok. Because she knows that beautiful brides are not perfect. But watching him listen to her earless singing, his expression is getting more and more surprised. How can she not see how great love can give people the courage to make all sacrifices-willing to show his weaknesses in the public, willing to give up his career and stable life for him. She smiled helplessly and clapped her hands, a little jealous, and admiration that she couldn't even notice.
She continued to play her little tricks. Use the fuse of potential work to provoke their relationship. But once again defeated in their tough love.
If it's not because of loving him. She should like this woman who exhausted all her energy to love him. It's just that the unwilling little devil swallows her sanity all the time. As long as he can win back, what about losing the world.
She looked at his eyes and his lips and his smile.
She would be jealous of her when she looked at him.
She buried his shoulders dancing their songs.
The light and shadow of the lake shed on them. Listening to him:
This is the last time we spent together, alone.
The moment passes you by. To
him, her heart has been low to the dust. On the eve of the wedding, she timidly confessed to him, saying to him: choose me. marry me. Let me make you happy.
But the result was clearly visible from the beginning, and the only person who refused to accept it with blindfolded eyes and ears was alone.
She was squeezed in the crowd and watched him go out hand in hand with the bride, and looked back lonely. But when he saw him pushing away from the crowd and walking towards him, what kind of hug was that, what kind of end and what kind of beginning it represented.
I really like the ost of this movie. Whether it's the old song I say a little prayer from the sixties or the strong ending I'll be ok, I think it's great. It is worthy of being the most popular love story in the United States in 2000.
I think I will watch it for the third time. This is the best proof that it lies tenaciously on the hard drive.
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