Golden years

Eloisa 2022-03-25 09:01:07

The hesitation, confusion and impulsiveness in life, in the ambiguous and hazy image, in the turbulent and chaotic age, in the graceful and elegant cheongsam, in the restrained and turbulent performance, beautiful Suffocating. The extreme of loneliness, the desire to speak is still to rest, the silence here is better than the sound, graceful and distant, without a word, but the vicissitudes of life have been exhausted. The delicate texture, the sullen mood, the surging of the dark tide, are intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.
The beauty of a movie is not just a frame of exquisite pictures, but also depends on the narrative ability of the picture, as well as the ability to express emotions and shape characters, as well as the soundtrack of the movie; the storyline of "In the Mood for Love" may be summed up in one sentence. However, in terms of scene scheduling and narrative skills, the King of Sunglasses can be said to be the pinnacle: the dialogue is concise, but the words left behind are worthy of aftertaste; flashbacks and surreal skills have a kind of casual casualness; the pair who never showed their faces makes the film show From a special perspective, Maggie Cheung and her cheongsam are unbelievably beautiful, but the most important thing is the love story, oriental charm, introverted, and enduring the uncontrollable sadness at the end, everything is too charming.

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In the Mood for Love quotes

  • Chow Mo-wan: In the old days, if someone had a secret they didn't want to share... you know what they did?

    Ah Ping: Have no idea.

    Chow Mo-wan: They went up a mountain, found a tree, carved a hole in it, and whispered the secret into the hole. Then they covered it with mud. And leave the secret there forever.

    Ah Ping: What a pain! I'd just go to get laid.

    Chow Mo-wan: Not everyone's like you.

  • Caption: He remembers those vanished years. As though looking through a dusty window pane, the past is something he could see, but not touch. And everything he sees is blurred and indistinct.