Jincheng/
Wendang Almodovar almost played his style into a pattern, and it seemed to lose its initial shock - maybe it's just that I, as a moviegoer, are more comfortable with him.
This is a beautiful and heavy-duty movie. Like many of Ashi's films, it is still depicting a kind of feeling that is slanted but penetrating. Sometimes a face can replace everything, which may stem from the subjective portrayal of the loved one in the heart of the lover. When a kind of love is defined, the image of the beloved replaces the substance of the beloved as a changed person. In other words, this image will be accepted no matter what substance is added to it. This can actually be counted as An extreme possession complex. And why did Vincent almost fall in love with Robert before seeing the photo and awakening himself? I think this may be relatively simple, it is a kind of Stockholm complex. Robert's half-brother has a little bit of a role, and I always feel like he's filling the plot.
All in all, although this is still an above average good movie, it feels too bland. There are too many things to grab, make a big fuss about, and pull the whole movie down a lot (like the point of a half-brother, Vincent as a man, etc., can be deeply stubborn), but these Neither happened. It's like a top-notch running account, which makes people feel like, well, a good movie after watching it, and then feel regretful.
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