I don't think it's a movie anyway

Oliver 2022-09-14 07:06:43

After reading various interpretations, each has its own rationale, and finally got confused, and I don’t know who said the correct solution.

But I couldn't help but think of some simple films. Most people watch movies just for entertainment, right? What's the point of letting the audience see the clouds in the fog and not knowing everything?

According to the translation of the movie title, it was just a vulgar murder case, and I didn't give it two stars. Just because of the Julie who appeared at the end, there are so many explanations. So movies are complicated, but what about novels in movies? What a female writer wrote, but it was just such a vulgar love murder incident, why should she thank Julie?

To be honest, I don't like the old woman's way of life, and I don't feel very good about Julie's slutty look. The whole movie was so boring, I wasted an hour and a half.

Our teachers have taught us from a young age to speak in a way that people can understand and to convey your meaning correctly. Do something with many explanations, so that everyone feels very stupid because they can't understand it. It's a stupid thing in itself.

If you don't agree, treat me like a fart. Anyway, I don't think this movie is good.

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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.