A single man, a movie that doesn't sell a lingering love story, but makes people see the meaning of love, a 12A-level movie that doesn't have any sex scenes, and even the momentary nudity erases the space for lust, but it makes people see the meaning of love. I propped up the tent halfway through... well, just relying on a pair of red lips, it is so sexy, and those greedy and endless sensuality, numbness or wanton intercourse, so unbearable and ugly.
Yes, love has no gender. That kind of joy that comes from the bottom of my heart, the turbulent emotions of electric light and flint, and even the urge to hope for death or constancy, how can it be blocked by men or women, old or young, beautiful or ugly? clear. Love is not supposed to be gender-specific. Whether it's a man's smile or a woman's momentary glance, how can it not make people move.
The director pulled the camera into such details, which is nothing more than letting the audience appreciate the beauty of a person, forgetting the appearance of the man and woman, and only appreciate the beauty, which is enough to be impulsive.
Love is beautiful and ugly. Those who swore eachother but robbery, were full of love, and swearing separately, only smeared messy multicolored on its face. How could a group of people in the floating world who are full of brains and wild and full of love have the slightest bit of true love.
It's just, when a single man hugs and makes a noise with that lonely woman, when memory strips him of the dust and reveals his painful heart, when a boy shows his youthful body and runs to the sea, love is so real, So beautiful, wrapped in a warm summer wind.
This is not a gay movie and he is not gay.
He just fell in love with a man.
It was just a beautiful and unforgettable love.
It's a beautiful party of light and shadow, and the pieces are so real and memorable.
Everything is just a stone's throw away.
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