This is Paris, maybe autumn is coming, the bare branches are reflected in the white sky, the fallen leaves are flying in the streets, and the wilted Marlon Brando, wrapped in a khaki trench coat, is walking dazedly on the gray streets. Or maybe spring is coming, because the girl Jenny's cheeks, the delicate pink flowers on the brim of her hat, under her long coat with off-white fur collar, is a short skirt that reaches to the hips, and her two young and snow-white legs are always careless. The spring is full of joy in the walk, she is spring.
Spring passed by him and took a look, what did this man lose? Why so sluggish?
In different places, they pass by each other many times, they are strangers.
However, a moment came suddenly.
Jenny saw the sluggish middle-aged man again in a rented apartment. He was sitting in the corner dazed, walking slowly and heavily, exuding a decaying and dilapidated atmosphere, like a part of an old apartment, no one noticed him. In, or not. He suddenly closed the door, came over, carried her to the corner, kissed, and had sex straight to the point, but she didn't cooperate in the slightest, like an old lover.
As if nothing had happened, they walked out of the apartment one after the other, and he tore up the notice that the apartment was rented out. Jenny ran in the direction of the train station to pick up her boyfriend. He walked to the other side, back to his hotel, where his wife had committed suicide not long ago.
They still look like unrelated passersby in a certain city picture.
After that, they used to go to that apartment and have nothing but sex.
He refused to know each other coldly and bluntly, refused to know each other's names, and he would not let any information of reality penetrate into the room that only contained sex. His reality was too painful.
Everything else is less important.
Jenny's boyfriend wanted to make a movie of their love, but their tepid relationship couldn't keep up with the filming schedule. But they had a grounded intersection, and Jenny told him stories of her childhood, of herself, despite how much she longed for the decadent and apathetic man to be her audience.
And that old man sometimes vented his anger at his mother-in-law, sometimes wept bitterly in front of his wife's body, and sometimes chatted with his wife's lover. When he returned to that apartment, he would be a strange man with no name and no identity.
When Jenny was about to end this illusory and tangled relationship, the sluggish old man realized that he should hold on to his spring. The void love born of sex in the apartment finally conquered everything outside the door, he won, Jenny loved him, but he lost again, because he was so strange, so strange that Jenny didn't know who he was or what he was thinking , I don't know if he has love in his heart. When he was desperate to tell Jenny his name, Jenny shot him, and love died.
The shot was caught off guard, and at the same time she was opening her mouth to speak, uttering a syllable, looking surprised herself. I just can't figure it out, did she accidentally go on fire? And the man accepted it happily, walked slowly to the balcony, and fell down.
At first glance, this film is a literary boring film, and it is also a rare erotic film of the legendary Hollywood star Marlon Brando. Marlon Brando later said that he felt bad after the film came out because the director made him look so ugly having sex, but the depressing physique of the hunchbacked old man is exactly that. And the heroine is full of grievances, accusing others that she is a bad girl after the film was released. The film was filmed in 1972. I don't understand why when Lust and Caution came out, people were still exclaiming at its scale. As everyone knows, in the movies decades ago, scale is no longer a problem, but actresses have to bear a lot of infamy.
At the beginning of the film, we see the paintings of the British gay painter Francis Bacon (1909--1992), a man curled up on a red sofa, a man sitting in a chair, this master is deeply loved by the Nordic eccentric painter Influenced by the influence of his paintings, his paintings are good at expressing the extreme pain of the individual's heart. The background colors are often bright and simple, and the characters are distorted and deformed, reflecting the spiritual crisis of contemporary urban life. The Italian director of the film, Bernardo Bertolucci, asked Marlon Brando to show the pain of the person in the picture, so we saw the superstar on the screen.
In Paris, in addition to the dead wife, there are beautiful streets, roaring trains, with Jenny's name, the courtyard of Jenny's childhood, morning and evening, and he has not opened the door.
Jenny walked into the apartment where only strangers were allowed, and the spring was gone.
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