In fact, the plot is very simple, focusing on large sections of dialogue and psychological description. The so-called original and copy, as written in Miller's book, for a work of art, a copy can also be original, and any work of art is from a copy. I can't help but think of how when the young Raphael first came to Florence, he borrowed the style and elements of Leonardo da Vinci and Michelangelo. Is the original really that important? The David statues that can be seen everywhere in Florence, do we really have to spend 30 euros to walk into the Uffizi to see the real thing? Art is a thing that can never be separated from history. It is a process of constant denial, unconventional, and innovation in the process of reproduction.
Abbas applies his appreciation of art to life and love. I think such a high profile life and love attitude can only happen in Italy, a place that is inherently romantic. In fact, it is not difficult to solve this woman's problem. He just put his hand on her shoulder and accompany her to play the scene she wanted. In fact, every woman wants to play a noble and tragic love drama, but it is difficult for you to find a man like Miller to accompany you to act. She's a little crazy, angry, and neurotic, but isn't that the case with all women? Put on lipstick, put on earrings, show up to this strange man like a bride, and she says look, your woman has dressed herself up for you.
In fact, just like art, why care so much about authenticity. "What happened? For what?" Does it really matter? I only know that someone once held me close to suffocating, and the sense of security at that moment surpassed all my doubts. Although it all ends up being bullshit. Or maybe it's just that women never understand men's logic.
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