The mottled light between the shadows of the trees, the little girl's sky-blue dress, the clean and wide bed, the meticulous white shirt, the flirtatious and gentle face, the silent night, the full moon is just right, the owl flies by in an instant... The
whole movie stops at me All the beautiful moments that flashed by in my mind. It seems to tell us that the beauty of life itself is the most powerful poison. Because it is too strong, there is despair in the heart. What lingers is the nostalgia for the past, the indifference to the current life, and the indifference to all happiness. Like a feather.
Colin Firth is a silent, neat and delicate man. The blurred gaze in his eyes is like a light blue haze in the air. He is erratic, but with intoxicating wounds. He is graceful and calm. , but could never touch his eyes again.
Light and shadow flow, that kind of deep stare will not be forgotten in time, it is exclusive to the memories of two people. You can dance, watch silently, talk and laugh without any cover up, you can laugh it off, leave in a hurry, or even hug you suddenly, kiss you rudely and for a long time. The people in the play are at ease, and the people outside the play weep secretly.
I really liked the part where charly and george danced impromptuly, and then the beautiful charly said to george that my future is living in memory. Just think, how touching memory can make people bet all the future as a bet. I appreciate charly's determination.
There is also the last paragraph of the film, which is like a poem, or the whole film is a beautiful poem, delicate and tactful, love and indulgence. I believe that those who are moved are those who are obsessed with true feelings. Soul, or you who have an infinite longing for true love:
"At some point in my life, if only for a few seconds, I had a kind of absolute clarity, although I wanted to feel more than think, and the world became clear. And fresh. I tried to capture, to prolong, these moments of absolute clarity and peace, but they were, without exception, fleeting. They pulled me back to the present, and I was finally convinced that it was the way it should be.”
This description made me constantly ask myself in the bottom of my heart, can you still see the clarity in life? So when you see him walk into the fireplace and burn those lingering letters you suddenly feel relieved. In that quiet night, he looked at the beautiful young man lying on the sofa in front of him, his taut eyebrows showed a slight smile, leaned down, and left quietly.
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