I really like this movie.
I like it, but I'm a little frustrated - not because of the movie, but because of myself. I liked this movie very much, it attracted me from the beginning to the end, I didn't find any part boring or uninteresting, but I couldn't help looking at my phone several times, watching a movie that was in the early two hours. became three hours. I don't know if I read too much fragmented information, and I don't know if I'm worried about some sudden news notifying me to do sudden things. In short, this is a fly in the ointment and my own fault.
Back to movies. In fact, it can be known from the title of the movie that the two never met in the end, but the cruelest thing and the luckiest thing was that she found those letters - she never forgot herself, but she never saw each other for the rest of her life. I burst into tears when she cried while holding Jeddah's granddaughter.
But I'm still curious why? Why pass up the chance to go to the Vienna Conservatory? Not to stay is to accompany, but to love. Why don't you chase your dreams? Pregnancy did not make her regress, nor did her husband and father's incomprehension make her give up, but Jidah's "death" made her immediately give up the opportunity to study, even though she had already obtained the opportunity she dreamed of. Why don't you go to Vienna and be Jeddah's imaginary sister. Don't grow old like this, don't live like this. She shivered with fear on the wedding night, but she pretended to be happy and forced herself to endure sex; she gave in to her husband day after day in her marriage, just to get what she wanted; she gave herself completely to life all arrangements. But don't grow old like this, go to your conservatory, fulfill your dreams, do what you have to do.
Coincidentally, both sisters have a great female friend in their lives, and sometimes I feel like this is what they think about each other. Likewise, the person will leave them. Whether it is uncontrollable life and death, or unconditional love for them.
In fact, I think her husband was already a good husband at that time, and I always feel that we should not criticize him with the eyes of the moment. At the time, his wife could take piano lessons, he could hire detectives to find his sister, and he could do a lot less housework in preparation for interviews. I always look forward to the fact that my husband is not monolithic, maybe she can pry and go to the Vienna Conservatory. And she obviously knows how to please her husband.
Speaking of her husband, I was terrified at one point. I was horrified by his hunger and lust on the night of their wedding, and I was sick of watching the flesh on his ass and thighs quiver and quiver. But she tried her best to endure and endure it. But in fact, desire itself is not wrong, and sex is not disgusting, on the contrary, there are some people who love joy and joy. It can only be said that this is the result of marrying someone who does not love.
The friends around me have been on and off recently, and I don't know what to say. Loving is a very mysterious thing. It seems too frivolous to say that I like it when I’m not around, I can’t touch it, I can’t hold it, just across the screen, across the technology, across the distance of thousands of miles, who knows what love is.
I love some of the twists in the script. For example, the concealment of parents, the change of housing rights, etc., it feels like a coincidence, but it is not abrupt.
I don't know what to say, but I don't want to say it all.
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