What kind of story is this? It is really overestimated to say that it is a story. It is nothing more than a man and a woman from strange to minimal communication to separate running accounts. The front and back parts are composed of six scenes, namely temples, cafes, studios, bars, friends' homes and cinemas. Coincidentally, the two dialogues are almost the same, but they produce a completely different atmosphere. What is created is a more embarrassing atmosphere after embarrassment, but the second half is about the mutual integration and acceptance brought about by contradictions and collisions. I believe that everyone will have the idea of "Huh? Isn't this about my life?" After reading it, yes, in life, we will encounter strangers who make us speechless, and will also make us When I meet a heart-warming person who doesn't even want to take his eyes off, he can see as many eyes as he can. Of course, because it is Hong Sang Soo, the subject can never escape love, or lust. Love is relatively forbearing here. In the first half, the two basically confirmed that the other party belonged to the same kind as themselves after a conversation in a cafe, so they met in the woman's studio, and the story diverged here. A slightly flattering elaboration, on the one hand, is the sharp and merciless evaluation of the man when the woman is painting. Even so, both of them feel love because of this, and the front and back parts of the plot all climax in the next bar appointment ( I think), the difference is only whether the man is frank about the status quo of being married. From the key in this play, we can see that there is a completely different difference between a man saying love first and then saying he is married, and being frank first and then saying love after marriage. Effect. Hong Sangxiu is indeed a veteran literary and artistic driver, or it is no exaggeration to say that he is a love expert for men. Why only men? This is again determined by me after watching his other work, "North Village Direction". Regarding this movie, there is a particularly apt comment: let women see men clearly, and men recognize themselves.
The trivial language of life, the unintelligible accident and the rigid push and pull of the camera lens are the three magic weapons of Hong Shangxiu's films. This reminds me of Duras again. If Du's concept of love is a hero's dream of a tired life, then Hong's concept of love is a cup of beer for a tired life, but both of them are loyal fans of existentialism. , this is the essential difference between men and women.
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