real-time movies. Cleo's one and a half hour is ordinary and extraordinary, it can almost be said to cover the entire life she is currently facing, which is very interesting.
But it's precisely the kind of movie I don't like to write reviews about, a lot of metaphors, unintelligible epiphanies that I can't get through to the spirit of the movie anyway. The only thing I understand is the heroine's fear of death at the beginning and the relief at the end, not the thoughts. Perhaps at the uneasy moment of waiting for the judgment of fate, she looked at the world around her from a new perspective, found her true self, abandoned the image of the vase that was not understood by others or even herself, and truly became a part of society?
But my understanding ends here. I am tired of deciphering the meaning of metaphors one by one. I admire people who can write analysis seriously, but if I do analysis, it always makes me feel self-indulgent. Especially when I see all kinds of interpretations, there is a sense of meaningless powerlessness.
But the movie is really interesting, and I like it a lot. This film does not have the confusion and immaturity of the debut film, and it is able to record the psychedelic inner world and the faithful recording of the objective world with ease, and the camera technique has the serious spirit of the left bank. The most pleasant surprise was Godard's cameo in a mime, the icing on the cake.
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