(God, I actually gave a meat slice five stars)
Baidu's online disk has been in the limelight recently. Just happened to come across this masterpiece.
The resources provided in the forum are of good quality. The two have more than 6G, and I downloaded them all night.
Then indented to stay up late to watch. Two connected.
deeply shocked.
Don't say that I have a prejudice against selling meat slices, probably everyone in the world is like this, so I didn't watch the film with a very focused mood at first. It's a pity that it turns out that a delicate film has to be watched carefully.
At the age of two, he was a promiscuous and enlightened person, and at the age of fifteen, he was full of shame and pain. At the age of eighteen, he bet on promiscuity on the train just for a bag of chocolates.
At the age of 20, I started to have seven or eight lovers every night without interruption.
Sexual numbness after forty, and fear of it.
Her life seems to have been made up of sex, a wonderful novel made up of eight chapters. It is full of exploration, desire, pursuit, fear, conformity, prejudice, persistence, alternative, and the ritual collapse of this world.
She silently endured the strange gazes around her, the hot and coldness of her first love Jerome, the contempt and hatred of countless men's wives...
but she never gave up on life.
She still liked the ash tree, the most beautiful tree in her father's eyes. She smiles, she weeps, just for herself and those she loves. Nothing to do with the moon.
It's not that she has no emotions, she just has too much disdain.
This is just a copy that is not yellowed, and there seems to be no joy or sorrow.
A story is half the length of the story, and the other half is full of climaxes. Her awakening, her conscience, her peace, and anger.
She is out of tune with the society, and finally accumulated a lot in the chapter of "Mirror" about self-examination.
The boss suggested that she join a psychological counseling group, and she went to grit her teeth and pursed her lips. She bowed her head and said with a little pride, I am a sex addict, and others hurriedly corrected, no no, that was sex thirst.
She was clearly embarrassed to be charged with desire for a psychological alternative, but she endured it in order to adapt to life.
Finally, she proudly announced in the group that she had not had sex for three weeks and five days, and at that moment, she saw her young and frivolous self in the opposite floor mirror. Wearing a dazzling red jacket. So flamboyant, so unruly.
She understood that she was always herself and could not be changed.
This addiction never stopped.
Her sobriety came as suddenly as her first night.
The old man who listened to her rambles intently, kindly and dully, would conspire against her after she fell asleep.
She woke up and categorically refused.
The old man stood helplessly: "You've slept with many men."
A shot rang out.
It was the old man who taught her how to pull the safety catch.
This is a world where rituals are broken, she doesn't hate, she can try to obey, but at least she has dignity, and she strives to choose sex equally.
So she shot, even if it was just an innocent old man.
That was her awakening, and she seemed to have become the young and frivolous her with a blind and ardent pursuit of sex.
In the past, she may have been an anomaly, but she has never had anything to do with rebellion and decadence. I could tell because she looked at her father in the hospital bed and wept and shoved him an ash branch.
A two-hour movie can pull the audience's emotions into subtle, intricate, and intricate ways, without leaving any traces. This is the genius of director Lars von Trier, the narrative technique is sophisticated and sophisticated, and it can't help but be amazed when it is enlightening.
Such as powerful endings—I am surprised when she refuses; I am shocked when the safety catch is pulled; I am stunned when the gun fires. All these surging emotions turned into tears when the ending song burst into my ears.
After watching the movie, I fell asleep.
There is her image in the dream. Still alone, she twisted her long white hair into a simple bun, and inserted a short ash branch.
I only hope that she is as beautiful as an ash tree, even in the severe winter.
No matter how dirty he is, how hypocritical he is, how bad manners are, and hold his head high, he will be a sex addict.
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