Looking at it at this time, it will probably be said by some enthusiasts that it is out of date.
"Paris, I love you". But I still like it, I like French, I like the cute French in the movie. If in a movie, some people fall in love with life because of a city, why exclude it? I still remember that in the videos posted on the Internet by French students, most of the French slogans were, what we reject is Chinese Government, not Chinese People. Obviously, most of the French people who marched were also victims of political dictatorship. Despite all the external conditions full of political factors, racial discrimination and economic background, we are all the same, love life, and maintain the courage to find and explore life, even if it is sad and breathless at times.
I think I will still go to Carrefour to buy things. Business is a mutually beneficial thing.
The film consists of 18 short stories, which are somewhat like the British film Love Actually I watched a while ago. This kind of film structure composed of many small stories is not new. It has abandoned too many coincidences and deliberate arrangements. Because "Paris, I Love You" has chosen 20 different directors, it is obviously more focused on each segment. Personalities are naturally scattered in all corners of Paris, and the finished product is more like a dictionary about Paris, vivid and colorful.
As in the last clip, an ordinary woman from the United States wrote a travel note without fancy words after visiting Paris alone.
"Actually, I live a good life and have two lovely dogs, but sometimes, I want to have someone around me, for example, when I have a panoramic view of Paris, I want to say to the people around me, look, how beautiful. But there is no one around. "
I was sitting there, alone in a foreign country, far away from what I was doing, and the people I knew, and suddenly I felt a strange and familiar feeling, as if I had been looking forward to it for a long time. What I feel lost, I can only say that in an instant, there was a mixture of joy and sorrow, less sorrow and more joy, I felt... vitality, yes, vitality. At that moment, I fell in love with Paris, and I felt that Paris also fell in love with me."
He in District 12 has a white rose, his little mistress, a drop of mosquito blood, his middle-aged wife. White roses are as beautiful as flowers, bright and unrestrained, mosquitoes are stubborn, and the blooming of red roses has become ironic. However, his wife was terminally ill, and he couldn't tell her the decision to leave her, so he abandoned White Rose and took care of her in his duty. Never thought that the rubbing of ears and temples finally made her blossom into a flower, and died in his arms at the brightest time. Since then, he has also fallen into dust and turned into mud, and he can no longer enjoy Fangfei alone. Maybe Zhang Ailing didn't live long enough, and she didn't live a real life as a woman. She couldn't understand why mosquito blood could become a work of art again, and it was placed at the end of her life. Her despair was only because she said the beginning and it was too late. Perceive the ending.
Under the Eiffel Tower in the 7th arrondissement, there is a mime actor. He tried to express all his expressions to life, but life always rejected him. None of them understood what he was talking about, and none of them could accept his pursuit. Finally he met her, another mime actor. Although the place where they met was a little awkward and the timing of the meeting was a little strange, what could it be? She understood all his actions, and he understood her thoughts, that was enough.
The blind boy in District 10 picks up the phone, the girl reads a long line of desperate poems in a cold tone, and he thinks they're over. He had met her when she was rehearsing her role, he knew Paris better than she had come from America for the play, took her across the trails to where she wanted to go, listened to her hysterical shouts, felt her joy or happiness Sadness, depicting her in my heart, but life is too ordinary, too repetitive, too quiet, they date, movies, eat, dance, make love, quarrel, hug like ordinary couples... He even forgot Why is she by his side. Until he got the call to break up. He was trembling, but she said on the phone, what do you think of this line? She asked coquettishly and willfully, carefully inquiring about his emotions. He cried, laughed again, and said, I saw you.
Here are three of my favorite stories.
I think this movie can be saved and watched again when I'm 50 years old and the corners of my eyes are wrinkled. I don't know if I would be as excited as I am now.
At 50 years old, I look back at my 25-year-old self. At that time, I still had persistent dreams and a stubborn temper. One person would be alone and two people would be aphasia. I had fantasies and couldn’t be numb to life. I was occasionally cynical but I believed in the inherent goodness of human nature. Walking away from the dust, I am well aware of my own shortcomings and never change it, I believe in miracles that may happen in the last second of my life, hang on MSN and open my mobile phone in the middle of the night, hoping to be remembered by others at the same time... 50-year-old me, will Still as vivid as ever?
And these people around me gather and disperse, guard and leave, stop and go, go around. I prefer to smile and watch your conversations and listen to your conversations. Occasionally I get lost, and I will be more happy when I devote myself, instead of being so awake.
Paris, I love you. I love more than Paris.
I think that everything is ordinary and unique.
It's just that I can't be romantic and impulsive like a movie. How should I, convey me to you. Send my heart to your heart.
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