Although I love Anne Hathaway, this movie tells me that I must be a reliable ordinary young woman.
Obsessed with handsome men, obsessed with unruly temperament, obsessed with the tenderness of the moment, obsessed with the warmth transmitted by the fingertips. The end of all this is death without a corpse, all of this is to destroy your life, and all of this is to make your life suddenly wake up one day or come to an abrupt end.
Once a year to meet, EMMA hides the love in his heart, pretends to be a big tail wolf, is a little fresh, and maintains a state of AUO or above with Dexter, but not full of love. Watch him reach the peak of his career, accompany him through the ebb and flow of his life, watch him marry a wife and have children, and fall into his arms when he is disappointed in his divorce. I have no doubt that this is love, this is a very hard form of all love, it is a way of self-delaying and getting pleasure, this is a person's love, this is an annual love. I know this well, and I sigh deeply. Dexter, he used his life to experience the taste of love. For him, EMMA is the repeated pulling of passion and affection. Like the show girl who talks loudly, she can become the material for him to coax children to sleep. Can one day, suddenly become his love.
You can't fall in love with the next one, or because you haven't cleared out the remaining love in your heart. Emma has been with the comedian for 10 years and still has to yell at herself about the pain of being in the same room with someone she doesn't love. You can't decide who you will meet in life, but you have the right to choose to leave or stay. You can choose to turn your life into a poignant tragedy, or believe that after your heart is ashes, there is still the possibility of the Phoenix Nirvana.
Just love, never right or wrong. Love is not a day, love is every day, what kind of love you choose, what kind of life you choose.
I have to think of "Revolutionary Road" that my friend recommended to me. It may be a blessing for EMMA to die in the happiest moment of my life, because a romantic young woman cannot face it, and the ice cube of love is slow in the end. Slowly melt in the warm water of married life.
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