The sentence at the beginning: A woman has both an exterior and an interior. If the exterior is removed, a woman is a woman. If the interior is removed, the soul remains? (I don't know if I read the translation right...)
Every behavior is responsible, eyes open, eyes closed, face sideways, smoking, unhappy, or even doing nothing. The plate is the plate, the thing is the thing, the life is the life, there is no unbearable, no escape, all are the attitude of the heart. (So, being a whore clip and dancing is a real responsibility and choice)
Thinking, discourse, and words are all expressions of information, but the form and carrier are inconsistent. Errors and lies are a combination of logic, and with strict logic, people cannot distinguish between lies and truth. Therefore, we stumble on the road of finding true love, accumulate experience, and only after becoming more mature can we discover the true LOVE.
The final novel reading, when girls become women, mature women. When the painter paints the appearance of the woman on the canvas, it is as vivid as the soul is on the paper. However, when the painter turned back, the woman was dead. Real women are dead. (Echoes the sentence at the beginning of teaching children to dictate dictation?)
At the end of the story, the woman, dead, took her responsibility.
Godard's women's play, too calm, too cruel.
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