Yesterday, I watched Hou Hsiao-hsien's "The Best Time" again, and I wanted to write something after less than a third of it.
I liked Shu Qi better before, even though she has always been known for being sexy in the circle, I will not shy away from her. But I always felt that there was something so rare and natural in that woman. Perhaps it is these things that many people see as sensuality that can arouse sensuality. For me, the pure and beautiful nature can penetrate into my heart the most.
There are three dreams in the film, "Dream of Love" is my favorite, so that after watching the first dream, I want to stop and write something. Can't get into the game. I think only Shu Qi can play the pure girl in "Dream of Love". Even a seemingly innocent girl may not be able to have that naturalness and beauty.
The awkwardness and joy of seeing each other again is a little clumsy and a little reserved.
I think that Yingying laugh, yes, it is the word, "Yingying" laugh. When I saw this passage, I really only had this word in my heart, and there was absolutely no second word that could express my sympathy for that smile in my heart. That kind of tranquil, pure smile, very light, seems to be shining brightly.
That is a very familiar smile, that is a very familiar light. Suddenly, I found that no matter what, the definition of feelings in my heart will always remain in the coveted of children. What I want is just that crampedness, that kind of joy, that gleaming smile, and when I laugh, my whole person and my heart are laughing.
Parting, I don't know if I can get together again, but I don't have the intense pain, I just miss the moment in the past and the moment that has not yet passed, I just vaguely worry about the next encounter.
Holding hands, they just touch the back of each other's hands lightly. I don't know if they can hold hands.
There are many things that are planted in my heart, just like a plant.
That plant has experienced some wind and rain, lightning and thunder, but it refuses to die, and vows to coexist with my body.
I still keep some things, I refuse to change, and I can't destroy what is really pure.
This is fortunate, but such a thing is not able to die in this turbid world.
I couldn't find it, so I had to keep my own.
There is such a passage in Milan Kundera's "Ignorance": She is like a stone, staring blankly at the broken love, watching the best time in her life gradually and forever leave her; For her, nothing was left but this past; it was this past that she wanted to show herself, to speak to, to signal to it. She has no interest in the future; she prefers eternity; eternity is the stagnation of time, the freezing of time; the future makes eternity impossible; she wants to destroy the future.
I used to think that many things can really be destroyed by external forces. Now, the joy and familiarity in my heart when I see that grinning smile makes me think, no, no, really no, never will.
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