The reason to download this film is naturally Sophie Marceau, the French rose that has captivated French men for over 30 years. At the age of 14, she was already suffocatingly beautiful when she starred in "First Kiss", and no other actress can match the unsullied secular world except Audrey Hepburn. At only 14 years old, her unparalleled expressiveness and age-defying elegance are destined to become an indelible mark in the history of French cinema.
14-year-old girls are both angels and demons, which is why they are attractive, just like Natalie Portman in "Leon the Killer", and Sophie Marceau in "The First Kiss", they are the kind of plot that can make a movie. An actress who has become insignificant, and the audience's eyes are all focused on her. No matter how intricate the story, the rough, complicated and tinkered relationship between parents, or the trend-following grandmother and grandson relationship that has been featured in so many movies, it couldn't be simpler than the beautiful Vicana. Love (or can't be called love at all).
The protagonist of youth can only be himself.
Like every 14-year-old French girl, she discussed the weekly weekend dance and the boys she met with her best friend. She was a little rebellious to her parents. The undercurrent in the girl's heart always throbbed with the sound of Reality's melody. Handsome Raoul breaks her heart and breaks her heart. She thought he was the real one, but in the end, she hugged another boy who only appeared in the whole movie for dozens of seconds. This is the highlight of the whole movie - youth is like this, except for herself , Everyone can only be a passer-by, and he can only be loved if he has loved, and it doesn't even matter who he loves.
We can't understand those times when parents pay attention to your phone, who is the opposite sex on the keyboard, school leaders warn us time and time again not to "gender friendship anomie", when we can even bring our boyfriend/girlfriend home When we meet our parents, we have lost something. Yes, we are still young, we are still young, we can still pursue what we want to pursue, but we are no longer young.
That's what I think the director was trying to convey, but I have a different story.
Go back nine years and go back to when I was in fifth grade, when I had a good friend in my class named C, who passed over in first grade, so he was more than a year older than us. In my impression, he always told me that he liked different girls in the class, but the pursuit has not been successful many times. But I have always liked V, a girl in our class. Our relationship has always been in an ambiguous state. We haven’t made many phone calls, but we have been in contact with each other through letters. I still keep the letters.
One day, V told me in a letter that she had a crush on me from the very first sight, and I still remember the feeling of my heartbeat when I read this letter. No one would believe that a first-year girl would understand love, something that I can't figure out even now, but we will no doubt miss the throbbing at that time.
But this kind of ignorant and blurred relationship is no match for the distance between different classes in the school. After graduating from primary school, our relationship only lasted for more than a year. Later, I fell in love with another girl, so I posted an article on QQ space and Her statement of severing ties, I don't know why I was so tolerant in the beginning, let's call it growing pains.
V and I have largely been out of touch since then, but somehow I still think of her sometimes. I wonder if she still remembers me, if she does, she hates me, and we can't even be friends. Sometimes I see her Weibo and know that she is all right, but there is a knot in my heart that keeps me from asking about her current situation.
This is my story, time flies, my good friend C has entered the society, works hard, and also has a very good girlfriend, V was admitted to a different university from me, and I have become who I am now. I don't know if my life with V will ever intersect again, but what is certain is that I gave her my youth and she gave me my youth, and this fact will never change.
In my story, youth belongs to me and V.
When I was watching a movie review late last night, I saw this passage: It was the romantic and affectionate French who gave the film a moving name, and if it were a real German, it was estimated that it would be called "The Youth of Wei" or "Victoria's Youth". "The Life of Maiden Dimension", poetic Chinese may call it "Blooming in Bud", each leading but unique "First Kiss" is as expressive as the word "green" in "Spring Breeze and Green River South Bank".
Everyone has had youth, whether it is youth like Vika or youth like mine, one thing is certain, they are all beautiful, they are all God-given.
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