I accidentally heard the film "Like a sunny day, like a rainy day" on the radio. When I first saw Reggie walking out of the dark green ivy with a cello on his back, he knew that he had picked the right film. With the unique sunshine of summer, lush ivy, and hazy feelings, I can't help but think of "Please call me by your name" a while ago. The same retro and romantic color matching, the same pure and ignorant feelings, every frame and every sentence seems to be a delicate artwork in a museum.
This is a plain but beautiful story. Eleanor, a down-and-out small-town girl, and Reggie, a 12-year-old genius living in Upper West, meet by chance one summer. They get to know each other, accompany each other, and finally heal each other to find the meaning of life. Both Eleanor and Reggie are scarred by their families of origin, but still have dreams and longing to love and be loved.
Lots of people in the comments discuss their relationship, and some liken it to Fifty Shades of Grey (which is blasphemous in my opinion). Their relationship was established when Eleanor listened to Reggie's cello performance for the first time. At that moment, it was as if Boya met Ziji. The souls of the two people collided with each other (it seemed that it was only Eleanor at that time) Reverberating in my heart. This kind of feeling has nothing to do with society, has nothing to do with sex, just two like-minded people sympathize with each other and comfort each other. Just like Reggie's cello sound, deep and lingering, melodious and melodious, like a glass of light wine, and thinking of a beautiful and charming dream.
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