2020.12.25
The opening film of the French Film Festival. I also went through some twists and turns to buy a ticket to see it. The opening ceremony was a bit long, I gave a testimonial and watched a lottery draw to watch the VCR. Later, after the film was released, I said there was a communication session, but I was thinking about something that happened at night and left.
I still like the movie. A classic drama within a drama, with three emotions strung together inside and outside the drama. The painter and his wife, the actor and the director, the painter and the actor who played his wife's youth. The painter really fell in love with the actor, not all because he loved his wife, and not all because of the actor's true self. A wondrous mix of qualities that once attracted him to his wife resonated with the equally powerful actress, into his new middle-aged love. He was really in the play, but the actor was always awake with his headphones on. So at the end of the day it's hard for me to think it's a pure comedy. The wife also entered the play, with beautiful eyes and beautiful eyes, trying her best to save this love and marriage. The painter looked at his wife in a trance and wandered away. The wife has experienced others and still misses the former lover, but the former lover has fallen in love with a younger life. Will he call his wife, probably. But he didn't catch up with the scarf that fell.
I still like this movie. The arrangement is well done, and the actors, screenwriters, and music are wonderful. But I fell into my melancholy outside the play, that's how I can get such love in the play. No matter how their feelings changed later, their love in the young age was always pure and passionate. And I didn't see any hint that I could get love when I was in a good time. I was watching Friends a while ago and someone asked Rachel if you really believe you can get love. Rachel said of course. I hope she can give me an answer that I can also believe in, so that I can start to believe it. But she just said, I just believe it. I'm probably still romantic enough. When there is no sign or evidence I have no way to believe it out of thin air. I value love more and wish I could have it, but I just watch the people in the drama love romantically, the passion of love and the trivialities in love. This may be something I can work on, it may be something I can't grasp.
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