Love is the old-fashioned "Rashomon" who cares more about the posture of retreating than luck in love. If "call me by your name" leaves regrets at the end, "dance on my grave" is like tearing open a bag of expired candy. 'We just fell in love with the one who made it ourselves,' Kate said. Love is an illusion, six weeks of fermenting, and finally, irreversible boredom. This bag of expired candy means that when you are tired of the crush stories of opposites attracting, then look at the unbearable in same-sex love. In fact, love always begins with human nature, and passion subsides as naturally as love swells. All we love is love itself, the vertigo. In love we create, we think. Compared to "call me by your name", this movie is more realistic and more helpless. There is no "Kochi parents" who understand Long Live created by the former; there is no healing slow scene of rural vacation; there is no high-level cultural group who loves reading, music, and talking about history... There is anxiety about "work or study", and parents are angry There are half-hearted and half-hearted conversations, there are drunken people, and there are swearing policemen... But it is still impossible to compare completely. It needs a fantasy of healing and a resonance of reality. Just the music and dancing at night, and the wind blowing by the locomotive, have already finished the story of the summer of 1985. The service is exquisite, enough to reminisce every summer. At the end of the film, Islay redeemed himself, which is the best ending. It's me, and so will I.
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