all look forward to love, as if they would have the star of the ocean;
we give all the supreme adjectives to such a thin noun of love.
Unrepentant, obsessed. The sea is dry and the rocks are rotten, sleepless.
But what is love?
Our kitsch sings that love can break through all barriers, and at the same time kills relatives to those who truly love.
We are always in a chain of contradictory logic. We envy, admire, and envy those people who dare to love and hate, but in the end, we use our most mundane methods to drive them into the eighteen layers of hell. Even those who are in love often frame themselves in this worldly frame.
I admire Juliette Binoche's boldness. Even at the beginning, I didn't think such a woman had any charm, until later, under such a dark love, her despair and madness, her contradictions and helplessness, her physical inadequacy Self and mud feet sink deep. A woman in an insecure love is like being unable to dress in front of strangers. Yes, to the fullest.
And Jeremy Irons, as a man's confession and contradiction in this love. And the moment his son fell from the stairs, every expression on his face was just right. It's not too exaggerated, and the shock, pain, and regret are all included in it.
However, love itself does not care about these right and wrong.
Can we still praise love that violates secular rules, violates ethical concepts, and violates universal values?
We praise Jack and Rose because we all live like Jack, but in the end, only Jack got Rose's heart and love. And we, who live in the secular world, will never have the opportunity to approach someone like Rose. Therefore, what cannot be obtained is always in turmoil.
The saddest thing for me was the ending: Steve confessed most of his life, "Later, I saw her at a bus stop, holding her baby, following a man with her head down, and any other woman. There is no difference. . . ." The film ends.
But is it really the same?
There has never been a woman who let you crash at her like a plane at the speed of a crash.
Never before has a woman made you pay so dearly for your love.
There has never been a woman, and it is only possible that you will never love and be loved in the second half of your life.
do you love her? hate her?
Or, when you fall in love, she is Changhong after the rain of pearls left in the sea. When you don't love her anymore, she will return to the vast sea of people and become a passerby.
Dai Wei said that we will meet again after many years. Across the ups and downs of the road, I calmly said, hi, long time no see. Since then, everything that has gone and gone through the years has been wiped out in such a peaceful greeting of a lifetime and will never come back.
so be it. We all treasure each other's most beautiful looks in our memory, let the dust fall. But when I open this box many years later, the past is still fresh, and those who are at the forefront are you.
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