After watching it, I was surprised that the beginning was an incomparably long shot, and the smoothness of the shot was similar to that of David Fincher!
In fact, from the very beginning, I didn't quite understand why the heroine had to give birth at home, even if it was natural birth for the child, but she didn't have to stay at home. The lady should really feel guilty about this.
In this film, I first saw the indifference of the male protagonist. The female protagonist was useless when she gave birth to a child, and I didn't feel that he was really doing something when I was next to him. Instead, he was more like a bystander, dull and out of touch. All he wants is children. I have never felt the same way with the heroine. After the child passed away, I only vented out blindly. Even if I had sex with the attitude of comforting my wife and wanting to reunite with my wife, it was also the outlet for the hero to vent his emotions. Because of the closure of his wife, he naturally got a lawyer, and once again defined the lower body of men and thought about animals. It's ridiculous. I invited a lawyer to go back to Seattle and the lawyer refused. Hahahahahahaha, it's so funny. It's just a man, pitiful and helpless.
The heroine, the bridge is looming and connecting her, like a child reaching out to her, but, just like in February and March, the bridge stopped, and the child also stayed at that time. The tableware and chopsticks piled up in the kitchen, the flowers and plants that were taken care of in the past withered, the gloomy room, and the pain caused by the child, it was like a cigarette stuck into a balloon, and it was gone.
The scent of apples is always mixed with other people's interruptions. The yellowed apples should also be secretly taken into the hands, because the seeds inside are the ones that are entrusted. He is trying to make up for his faults all the time, but no one ever understands. Growing up in a controlled family, there are even finer things in the debris, that is, no one understands and no one understands.
Only oneself to pursue, to find that moment of familiarity. Crying in the darkroom is a woman's most direct repentance for her own mistakes. Looking at the new photos, she returns to the pain of that night, but she finds traces of joy and happiness in the pain. Only then did the reconciliation with him officially begin.
But I still feel that this film, that anger has not gotten a better explosion. Been bored.
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