A middle-aged man and woman, driving alternately, came to a country house for vacation. Clean the room, make a fire in the fireplace, eat dinner and sleep. In the first ten minutes of the film, the bland dialogue and documentary images outline a boring family. If Ou Rong's films are always "full of drama", this is the most bland of them all. It was just the curiosity about "the disappearance of my husband" that drove me to carefully look for clues in the film, until the woman woke up from the beach and found that her husband was missing. Switching from a country house to a gathering of friends, it turned out that a friend introduced her to a new man. The woman who lost her husband is having a good time with friends. You are amazed at her beauty, and for a while you forget to find the missing husband.
The director is careful to give the background information of the story.
This beautiful woman, whose husband has disappeared, teaches English literature at university, cares about her appearance, and spends her spare time going to the gym and swimming to exercise. Every night when I get home, I talk to my husband about what happened today. You would suspect it was a memory. The British actor Charlotte Rampling, who played her, was nominated for best actress at major film festivals such as Caesars, the London Film Critics Association, and Europe for this film. This legendary woman with peerless elegance is definitely a "second-eyed beauty". The poster alone, with her drooping eyes and indented lower lip, would make you doubt the sincerity of the media. She was partying with friends, wearing a black dress, her hair was up, and her tall, slender neck was stunning for the first time. The second time, she was lying on her back on a white sheet in her new red dress, and began to fantasize about two men caressing her at the same time. Inverted shot, contrasting colors, the rough hands of four men caressing her smooth white face. Amazing again.
Until she opened her eyes and stopped masturbating, the two pairs of men's hands slowly faded away. She's back to being real, but not happy. What broke her self-deception was a male corpse fished from the sea. Officially, it was her husband, which she denied. Then sit on the beach where her husband disappeared and cry for the first time. The palm of the hand tightly squeezed a handful of sand, trying to get some support. Suddenly, she saw a man who looked like her husband in the distance, and she ran towards him. The camera is fixed on where she was sitting, a series of crooked footprints, one shadow running towards another. We can only judge the distance between them by their size, just like looking at the stars in the sky.
The film ends here, without a climax.
Why did her husband leave her? Is it life or death? Did she see the man on the beach at the end? Reality is like the sand tightly squeezed in the palm of her hand.
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