Mr. Louis became concerned about the lives of these Spanish maids. He paid double labor for the master to fix the toilets shared by the maids, and made them look forward to the first big thing in the morning; he asked his subordinates to help one of the maids find a place in the investment firm, and he talked at work meetings. Introduced the life of the maids and the characteristics of the nation to his colleagues; he began to open the curtains of the office all day long, eager to feel the glare of the Mediterranean; he began to understand the history, politics and language of Spain; He tasted the deliciousness of paella at the dinner of Spanish maids, and began to ask his maid, Maria, to cook it at home.
The hostess from the village finally found out that Mr. Louie had been living on the sixth floor after being kicked out of the house. She said sadly, "their lives are full of vigor, but we downstairs are dead." Those various kinds of porcelain, towels and clothes layered according to the quality of the fabrics, and those feel-good social parties are not elements that can ultimately generate happiness. As Mr. Louie said, he lived in a dormitory when he was studying, then served in the military, and then got married. However, after being kicked out of the house by his wife, he lived in his own small room. For the first time, I felt that I had my own space and thought.
A good movie doesn't need cryptic lines and plots, or inscrutable montages and backlit shots.
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