Otto said: "I figured out how to ask her name that day and said 'my The name is Otto, and it's the same for both positive and negative reading. What about you?'"
Ana said, "Both of us have palindrome names, and my father said that taking the palindrome's name will bring good luck."
Otto said: "My life is a circle, but it is not complete. The moment I draw the circle and the last intercourse, they do not coincide."
Ana said: "I am waiting, I will wait until he shows up, he is Lucky in my life."
This self-monologue runs through and underpins the entire film. What kind of movie is this? Stupid. A boring story, boring characters, boring love, and even love is boring. The divorce of Otto's parents, the union of Otto's father and Ana's mother, and the new love of Ana's mother all happened slowly in a calm and even slightly dull rhythm. Even the love between Otto and Ana, those passionate, sneaky, fiery love, those feelings of anxiety, searching, waiting, despair, everything went on secretly, orderly, as if destined.
What kind of plot is this? dramatic. There are big ups and downs and twists and turns. At first glance, it seems that it cannot be reconciled with the plain tone of the film. However, under the fine taste, it has a different meaning. Thinking back on it, having a secret private interest, the joy of stealing the forbidden fruit, the panic of missing out, the hardships of searching, the loneliness of waiting, the sadness of loss, isn’t this kind of love true and perfect?
Originally, he coveted handsome men and beautiful women, and only expected them to dedicate a romantic love story. As a result, unexpectedly, love is romantic, but sighs also come unexpectedly. We thought that the enthusiasm and cheerfulness of the Spaniards would make their film a blissful heat fog, but what we can see is the snow-covered Arctic Circle and the bleak days behind the coniferous forest that can't go down. The girl flashed a fanatical indifference in her eyes, which was a heroic love.
This story is recorded through their eyes, they hurt and comfort each other, betray each other and lean on each other, escape and chase each other, indifferent to each other and tell each other. When her eyes reflected his face, her eyes sparkled with the last pearl of life, and he cried in pain, she could no longer listen.
The circle of his life finally snapped in her dilated pupils. At that moment, her heaven was his hell.
If we can't meet again, even if we love each other, how can we tell?
This article is reproduced from the Love Film Review website: http://onestar1967.com/2009/11/jidilianren/
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