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Stuart 2022-09-02 01:58:44

Ou Rong is really amazing

very

Many directors like to adapt literary works into films, while Ou Rong directly incorporates literature and writing into important aspects of film narratives as visual details and psychological expectations.

From the beginning of the story, I started to look forward to the murder of the cut, and as the plot progressed, I was thinking that there is a good chance that there is no murder but that Sarah conceived it herself. In her imagination, Julie is the French illegitimate daughter of publisher and lover John, whose mother may be killed by John and destroy the manuscript. But at the end of the film, we see John's "real" daughter, Julie in Sarah's eyes, and the "real" Julie waving to Sarah by the pool.

So which is the real Julie, whether French Julie is imaginary or someone else's fake, we don't know.

And whether the inspiration for Sarah's new book comes from the manuscripts of French Julie and her mother, or whether Sarah herself wants to break through the bottleneck of previous writing and let herself go, I think both make sense.

I have to admire Ou Rong's narrative structure. Without the reminder of obvious pictures and sound effects, it relies on the audience's thinking to transform the narrative space and time. The film is not like "Into the House", which can clearly feel the dual-line narrative of true and false. This film is also a dual-line, but it is a dual-line hidden in the hearts of the audience. One is French Julie and Sarah, and the other is the writer Sarah .

It is really 666, it is worth pondering many times.

(When the VIP members of the Penguin app can enjoy the uncensored version, they will be worthy of consumers' money)

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Extended Reading

Swimming Pool quotes

  • Julie: [sauntering over to Sarah's lounge chair, bikini bottom without the top, long legs, bare breasts, charming raw European accent] You not too hot?

    [the older woman wakes up, startled]

    Julie: Sorry I woke you up.

    Sarah Morton: [composing herself] No.

    [sitting up]

    Sarah Morton: I was just dozing.

    Julie: [soft laugh, casually sitting down flat next to Sarah's deck chair, not at all mindful of her lack of dress] You must be working too hard. You should take a swim in the pool. The water is cold. It will wake you up.

    Sarah Morton: Ah, well, thank you for your advice, but I absolutely loathe swimming pools.

    Julie: Yeah, I know what you mean. I prefer the sea too. The ocean,

    [smiling fondly]

    Julie: the crashing waves, that feeling of danger that you could loose footing and be swept away... Pools are boring, there's no excitement, its just a big bathtub.

    Sarah Morton: [coldly summing up] It's more like a cesspool of living bacteria.

    Julie: [looking back, clearly more optimistic about life] Oh that? No, it's just a bit of dirt and leaves.

    [Sarah nods, unconvinced, set in her ways]

    Julie: So, what are you writing? A romance novel?

    Sarah Morton: [smirks at the very thought] God, no, I write crime fiction.

    Julie: Oh, yeah.

    [disapprovingly:]

    Julie: That's how he makes his money.

    Sarah Morton: [haughtily] And that's how he can afford to buy a beautiful house in France for his daughter to enjoy.

    Julie: [slight frown, reminded of her status as Daddy's girl] What about you? Are your books selling well?

    Sarah Morton: [grimly] I can't complain.

    Julie: [chummily] What is this one about?

    Sarah Morton: [as if to quell her enthusiasm by pouring cold water over her] Murders. And the police investigation.

    Julie: [giggling] In the Luberon? With rich English stories?

    Sarah Morton: [her impatience now all-out] Listen, if you don't mind, I do have work to do.

    Julie: Okay! I leave you alone, Miss Marple. I need to make some phone calls anyway.

    [walks off, her wedge heels clattering, leaving Sarah to the emptiness of her departure]

  • Julie: [in French; subtitled] AHH! You scared me!

    Sarah Morton: [in French] Who are you? What are you doing in my house?

    Julie: [in French] Your house? This is my house! I should be asking you.

    [short pause; now speaking English]

    Julie: Are you English?

    Sarah Morton: [in English] That's correct. I'm Sarah Morton, I'm a writer and my publisher, John Bosload, is letting me have this house.

    Julie: Ah, so you're Daddy's latest conquest.

    Sarah Morton: You're his daughter?

    Julie: So what? He didn't say I was coming?

    Sarah Morton: No, he didn't tell me you were coming.

    Julie: I'm not surprised. Is he here?

    Sarah Morton: No, I'm here on my own and I'm here to work, and not expecting visitors.

    Julie: [lights a cigarette] So he's not here.

    Sarah Morton: Are you going to be staying long?

    Julie: I don't know. I don't have much work these days. So, which bedroom did you take?

    Sarah Morton: The one upstairs overlooking the pool.

    Julie: Of course. That's the best one. Well, I better unpack.