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She failed to save her lover, and there was no dramatic reversal until the very last moment. The witty and humorous Arab descendant caught up on an opposite street corner. The repeatedly mentioned writing talent did not make her quit teaching and follow the literature, and make good use of what people call "a talent that cannot be wasted". Her gluttony, her clumsiness, her sway, her withdrawal, her desires, her tears, her love, it would make no difference to anyone else (except that she fell in love with women part). It's so real, it doesn't look like a movie. But who dictates that films and literature must present another life? If your own life is ordinary, why have unusual expectations for life in the movies?
The kind of hallucination that is immersed in movies and novels seems to have lived for several lifetimes. At this moment, it seems that the mirror is broken, and it is replaced by a skin-to-skin sympathy for this moment, this life and this world. Peel off this thin layer of self-bound cocoon, life begins to show its original appearance. The patterns of growth are all so similar:
it turns out that there are no huge scars to heal with suicide, or at least suicidal arguments, and no deep emotions that can provide eternal fire for the tumult in the body, couscous and ideology. Anyone can concoct the delicious noodles, and it is not an unforgivable flaw to not like the taste of oysters. Legends do not seem to belong to this era, and life has always been a collection of bland and uninteresting fragments. The dramatic delusions of the past were probably influenced by American culture, and the whole boyhood was filled with heroic feelings. They do have a way of instigating "everyone is unique", "where there is a will, there is a chance", "everyone is married", "little people save America (aka save the world)", of course I'm not saying that What's wrong with planting great positive energy.
It probably took a long time to understand where his hypocrisy came from. This kind of hypocrisy is often accompanied by the whole adolescence, the emotions are rich and ups and downs, it is a kind of hysterical madness, as if pleasure must be immortal, and grief must be piercing. Falling in love with someone is definitely the most amazing thing in the world, and it's totally worth having someone write a biography about it - without anyone else's words, your own language is also important, and it must be preserved on gorgeous and heavy delicate paper (ouch, I am very fortunate that I grew up in an era where information technology is not as developed as it is today. At that time, cloud notes were not popular, and my friends were not immersed in WeChat during dinner parties. I also appreciate the French people's conservative and conservative attitudes in this regard. Arrogant, I even like how lazy and casual they are when they can't get through on the phone and answer their emails late).
Adele's life overlapped yours until this moment. When she walked in the parade, she was just one of the crowd. Her emotions are no different from yours. In conversation, she likes to say "I don't understand this, but I think it's very good". She likes to read, so she separates herself from her classmates and boyfriends whose heads are stuffed with genitals. She listens to all kinds of music, and she can't say which one she likes. The only thing she couldn't get used to was heavy metal—as if anyone really got used to it. To her, Sartre and Bob Marley are no different than Harry Potter and Kerouac are to you. The tears and screams when she lost her lover were real and truly shocking, but they couldn't save anything. She may be a little braver than you. In the face of criticism from her friends, she still followed the tomboy on her own terms - this is also at the age when she is the most independent. Before going to her predecessor's exhibition, she also had to dress up, trying to look attractive. And these are the little details that don't help.
The film is rated so that a twelve-year-old French can walk into a theater and watch it, and it's actually a French youth film. This kind of youth is something I never imagined in the 1939's when I was intoxicated by Lindsay Lohan's American youth. It's odd to say that because it doesn't require any imagination. Everything about it is true, and maybe that's why I can understand it after going through the years.
Yet it is still beautiful. When young people hold champagne and talk about art and philosophy, when young people take to the streets, shouting slogans; when young people sit on the grass, smoking fiercely and tearing bacon and bread; when young people dance Come, close your eyes, imagine every encounter and love at first sight, and many other things to imagine... They will always be beautiful, because at that time, life was still a universe of infinite possibilities. And only the French can make this kind of popular style unexpectedly captivating and coquettish enough to pretend to be a legend.
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