After all, the female lead is Sophie Marceau, and I don't think she can really be expected to look like a fighting heroine.
It will feel tasteless at first.
A female spy, in order to complete the task, recruited three inexperienced women as helpers. Coupled with the experienced, handsome and affectionate male team leader and the assistance of others, it seems that you won't lose too badly if you don't die.
If the thrills and ambiguous emotional dramas of stealing intelligence, fleeing, and assassinating targets can be interspersed in the middle, and finally a happy ending for the whole family, it will be full of Hollywood marks.
But in the end, I was only left unwilling. Or rather, sad.
Damn it, why are they all dead! !
Those women, those soft, charming figures, those innocent, beautiful faces. Why should they be involved in this rolling red dust, endure all kinds of hardships, and finally die in a place no one knows, without seeing the sunrise of hope?
The girl Jia Yilai, who looked brave and uninhibited on the outside, expressed indifferently that she regretted that she had never participated in actual combat. She thinks war is too romantic and short, but forgets the cruelty of reality. I understand her trembling when she was tortured, and I forgive her for revealing the whereabouts of her companions in order to protect herself.
She's just a young child, please don't blame her for being scared.
However, children grow up in an instant.
She is a religious believer that suicide is against her religious beliefs. But in the end, she took off her clothes and greeted death with a clean body.
Do not feel fragrant, only holy and beautiful. She turned her back to the camera, but I knew she would have a calm face.
I think God should forgive this child.
Jenny, a lowly worldly prostitute, is about to be executed for murder. She accepted the mission for her own freedom, and desperately wanted to leave for her freedom, but in the end she said: the mission is to kill him. Although surrounded by enemies, she still has a desperate determination in her eyes.
When she spoke to Lillian and Louise about the child, there was a rare tenderness and quietness.
When she rescued Louise and reached out to touch her belly, Louise hugged her instead.
In order to attract attention, and to facilitate Louise's actions and escape, she did not hesitate to shoot in front of everyone and was taken away. In the end she was tortured and humiliated and died in a concentration camp.
No one even knew her name, no one knew what she had done.
No one knows her greatness.
Every time Zhuangyi kills dogs, I only see her warmth.
Lillian, a sighing name.
She was afraid of being restrained, but she still returned to that person for the mission. She simply fell in love with this German, and she couldn't even point a gun at his chest, but this Nazi, his heart is colder than anyone else.
He looked for her for three years, but gently let her die by his side.
Pierre, the mastermind of the mission, Louise's brother. Her handsome face was covered with blood and wounds, and she was so haggard that she still refused to tell her secrets, but she all collapsed after seeing the torment of her younger sister. He could endure the pain, but he could not bear the death of a loved one. He can still bear the guilt for this.
However, he still feels guilty, it's just that the knife separated the throat, and the posture was so decisive.
Be merciless to yourself.
If it weren't for the war, would he also be able to enjoy the beautiful scenery of good times, like flowers and beautiful family members, and like water?
Then, our heroine.
It's hard to tell what kind of person she is. Calm, resolute, perseverance, some cold-blooded by war training.
But I saw the dilemma in her heart, when she watched her lover die in front of her eyes, when she was hesitating whether to save her brother or kill him and keep a secret, when Jia Yilai begged her for poison to commit suicide.
I saw the tears and softness in her heart.
There are very few movies that I've been casually watching all the way through, only to burst into tears at the end.
Not for bland performances, not for bleak pictures, or even for ordinary to overflowing stories. Only for that era, the era when the war was raging but the passion was high, the era when even death became romantic and poetic.
For the dead and alive in the war, for the White Rose team.
for faith.
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Finally, I want to swear angrily: bastard, the war is really a bastard.
With tears of sadness and sympathy.
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