Only as a woman can I watch Rodin's Lover four times in full. I
also regret that I didn't finish it the first time. It's four and a half times in total.
When a movie goes through a lot of scrutiny, it just doesn't work. It's not a story anymore, it's really a work, just like the sculptures of Rodin and Camille, turning moments into mass and volume, solidifying in the air.
When I didn't read it for the first time, I thought this story should be a A poignant swan song of love.
When I realized my wish for the second time, I deeply regretted such a sensual and talented woman, because love ruined her, she could not stand up in the face of no future love, and finally died tragically at the feet of Rodin The
third time I watched it, I hated Rodin. The sanctimonious hypocrite. The girl's Camille, who was innocent and had only sculptures in his eyes, was both strong and weak, and ruined her with tenderness and excuses.
The fourth time When I watched it, I finally felt that it was Camille who destroyed herself.
Of course, her sensibility and talent did not allow her to have an ordinary sense of reason. She was deeply trapped in her fantasy, and she refused and could not face the reality. It
cannot be denied The thing is, although the public only remembers her as Rodin's lover, she still has many people who love her.
She is sorry for those people, especially her father, who put all her dreams and expectations on the card. The person in Mill even regards her future as a belief.
However, in the end, in his ears, only the fact that Camille has become Mr. Rodin's lover, and what he can see is that she finally puts herself Buried in the soil with his own works. The fact that he gave the rest of his life to a lunatic asylum.
Camille cried and asked him: Dad, did I disappoint you? He said: Yes, but I still love you the same , child.
She is sorry, and her brother, Paul. Paul has three beliefs in his life, one is poetry, the other is Camille, and the third is Catholicism.
The relationship between Camille and Paul is indeed very delicate. Something beyond family and friendship was in Paul's heart, and in his consciousness, his sister was like a goddess. But this goddess failed him in the end, so he could only throw himself into the arms of God.
But he never gave up his dream of writing poetry. He has the ability to come out. No matter what the outside world becomes, even if his belief disappears, he can still walk on his own path, firmly. If you
look at it seriously, this film is very It’s hard not to cry.
That woman full of creative energy has laughed wantonly, loved passionately, cried bitterly, and hated deeply.
Every woman can find her own innocence in her. It’s just years later, We stood up, wise and numb, and she died where she was, buried in the earth like all her plaster works.
But is a Rodin like this worth it?
He said: If this work can destroy me , you should give up, you should not continue.
He said: Give me all your creativity, you and I are incomparable.
He said: You are just a third-rate sculptor, you are nothing, all your works All from me, none from you, none of them~!
Rodin is made up of excuses and lies.
With excuses and lies, and his fake tenderness: You see, I am twice your age, but we Had the same memories.
Camille is not stupid, because fools don't know the truth.
She knows the truth of things, she just can't believe it.
We all can't believe what we once believed so much, it's wrong.
If the person we love is not It is worth loving, so aren't we talking about our own shallowness?
Self-deception is the truth of the matter.
Under the self-deception, Camille sinks deeper and deeper, intoxicated in pain all day long, intoxicated with the consciousness that she can't tell lies, and in dreams Her Rodin was still her lover, and she was the only one who loved her most. She slept in the flooded room, all the plaster statues drowned her, and only the gentle and lovely kitten brought a touch of aliveness.
All the efforts can't cheer her up, she has decided to give up on herself.
She said: I was stolen by you, all, all... I wish I never knew you, I wish I was born in a lunatic asylum stay.
In the end, she stayed in the lunatic asylum for thirty years, with hatred, regret, and a trace of nostalgia.
If she hadn't met Rodin, she would have been a wizard.
Even if she had met Rodin, she would still be a wizard, but what was she None of them were left.
Now we can see her, only her clear and gentle back, that is the weak she solidified under Rodin's hands.
That exciting moment made me sigh and cry again and again, so fragile The body also has the same fragile soul.
Don't hurt her again, and no one is allowed.
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