After leaving, we learned a lot of sayings to conceal the scars of not touching.
Leave the hair and skin to me, don't tell me the name, because it is too heavy for my fragile memory.
Tell me your story, don't reveal who you are, I'm afraid my sensitive nerves won't be tough to the end.
Because I will think of you, I am afraid to face the past. In this way, there are only characters without positioning, only fragments without life, and our lives fall into the mouth of strangers.
At the beginning, the film was clueless, and people who were separated from each other rubbed together, and the story seemed to have no root. Afterwards, the encounter and relationship between the middle-aged man and the young girl was trivial and dull.
That's it, don't need names, don't have any meaningful words to burden each other, just need primitive passion outside of civilization. Touch the other person's body. I own you, but I don't have to bear any weight of time, space and emotion. Without a name, it gradually lost its concept and gradually blurred its face. Disappear without precipitation, happen without miss.
The rules were proposed by Paul, but it was Nina who completed the rules. He was restrained by the past and rejected anything that could become a heavy past; to her, this unknown middle-aged man was just a romantic passing by, his paternal majesty and mysterious past fascinated her and felt fresh and exciting. He is heavy, she is relaxed, she can match his desires but cannot understand his emotions.
After the breakup, Nina walking down the street was suddenly patted from behind one day, and when she looked back, it turned out to be Paul who was so energetic. Reunion means that a section of the past has entered the realm of memory. From here on, the pace of the film accelerated and became more active.
After dancing the last tango, it was the most complete ending, but it was not enough. He chased her, and he fanatically said to her that I love you.
Paul, who escaped from love, died at the gunpoint of rejecting love.
Love and sex are rigid and separated here. In the film, a man and a woman yelled across the railroad tracks. Suddenly a train passed by, and everything that was said was overwhelmed by the sound. The expressions of each other were also diluted in the light and shadow passing by. It's hard to tell. In this way, people can't understand each other's needs except to directly convey their desires.
This film is like this, grasping every detail can not help but make me drowsy, and I am afraid of missing the master’s inspiration. However, I want to say that it is tasteless in the end and a bit profane.
So let's make do, work hard, whoever makes the master a master, who makes the master give us opportunities again and again gives us reason to talk nonsense.
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