Anna, the owner of classical European women's forbidden and chaotic eyes. The top hat that wants to cover up, the reserved but passionate eyes, the imaginative love and affection, are full of the satin nightgown under the soft light in the middle of the night. He always felt that he had the confusion of Asian women and the passion that Spanish women could not hide. Fascinated with her low-eyed smile, Flamingo's drum beats, twirling and on and off.
Anna and Joan's lingering, Henry and Anna's love. One is more poetic, the other more intense. Can't say which one is better, but I personally prefer the directors' descriptions and narratives of same-sex love. Especially among women, it seems that some of them are going with the flow, but they are half-hearted, a little eager, a little panicked, a little imaginative, a little curious...Women seem to be such animals, infinite imagination, living in a dream fairy.
Movie music, with dance music rhythms of different European flavors, reconciles a romantic and crazy mood. Eyes, kisses...all imaginary intimacy turned into sweet decoction.
I am fascinated by the description of the hand in the film. The soft, tough, and free fingers floating in the air are the most poetic images. Simple gasps, with a feeling of longing for rudeness.
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