The English name of Love Three Seasons is Three Seasons. Vietnam is a tropical country. She only has dry season and rainy season. This third season is the season of love and hope given to Vietnam by the director. When it was close to midnight, I started watching the film, with Vietnamese dialogue and English subtitles. This kind of film seemed naturally dull. Whether it was the slow and long Destiny Song from the lotus-picking girl’s mouth, or the rushing rain pouring over the homeless child’s head, all of them were Breathless. Passing through the sweat-soaked marks on the driver's back, looking at the big plastic bottle he was drinking from, when he looked up, he felt the tenacity of love flowing with the water all over his body. The lotus-picking girl's pole was ups and downs. She was amazed at the good sales of plastic lotuses, which made her fresh lotus uninteresting. This scent always makes you feel like you are out of time.
Three Seasons of Love tells three parallel stories. The coachman who is obsessed with the prostitute waits for his love, the American veteran who is looking for his lost daughter encounters the Vietnamese street child, and the lotus girl who helps the old poet find his passion for writing walks through the poetry, and they travel together in poetry. In the seasons of Saigon, the appearance of life is perfunctory. They live enthusiastically and go towards the hope ahead. They do not know whether the road ahead is tortuous or smooth, and they all go straight ahead.
The prostitute Lian shuttles between high-end hotels every day, hoping to catch a ghost and climb the branch to become a phoenix. The coachman Hai was reading a yellowed book while waiting for Lian. He didn't look around from time to time, but as soon as Lian went out, he was still lingering with the guests, so he pulled the tricycle and approached. It can be seen that he is familiar with her working hours and is always waiting persistently, no matter how late. As soon as she got into the car, the driver's expression became holy, as if he had left his usual humble and poor life. He stepped on the car, guarding his most beloved girl, and speeding through the streets of Saigon. Lian He Hai always talks a lot, laughs happily, and looks back at the flowers and happy times in the school. If not, Hai witnessed Lian being ridiculed by guests on the street; if not, Hai used the money won from racing to buy Lian for one night; if not, Lian never found a benefactor who could get rid of the dust; if not, that night of love It was just Lian who slept peacefully; maybe they were just ordinary coachmen and prostitutes, and their secret love separated by a distance will eventually merge into the rainy season of Saigon, and bits and pieces will flow into the years, and in the end, not even a trace can be found. Fortunately, he exchanged his true feelings for her beautiful appearance, put on a white dress for her, and happily experienced precious love in the flying red leaves.
Veteran James sits on the side of the street every day, smoking a cigar in a reclining chair, staring at the restaurant opposite, looking for his lost daughter. One rainy night, he met a little boy in a bar wearing a plastic sheet as a raincoat, selling a lighter with a text engraved on it, which triggered his thoughts about his daughter. He took out the photo and asked the little boy, James didn't understand Vietnamese, the little boy didn't understand English, and the two didn't understand what each other was saying in the end. But it doesn't matter. James invited the little boy to drink a bottle of beer. The little boy was drinking at a bar for the first time. He was a little drunk and suddenly found that the box he was selling small commodities was gone, and the veteran on the opposite side was gone. The two finally had something in common, and both began to look for it. The little boy found James in the hotel and told the box. Under the translation of the hotel owner, he believed that James did not take his box and continued to search. There was rain all over the city, dripping down his face. He was hungry and tired, and was with another little girl who was homeless. It was dark, and there seemed to be no trace of the box anymore. On the street, a group of ragged stray children were playing football, and he joined in. The shriveled football rolled to the corner, and the little boy accidentally found his box beside a sleeping rogue youth when he went to pick it up. He kicked the football back, picked up the box, and disappeared into the rainy night with the little girl. James was also at the banquet, and saw his daughter beside a drinker, smiling lightly and being used to perfunctory. For a moment, he burst into tears. Another afternoon, he sat with his daughter in the restaurant he often looked at, and he presented a bouquet of white lotus flowers. Whispering, speaking, turned into a window shadow.
The heat spreads recklessly over the lotus pond, and it was only early in the morning, and the aroma was already diffused with the heat. "Women's fate is like raindrops / Some fall in the ditch / Some fall in the rich man's pond..." The old ladies of Caihe sang this sad song about the fate of women every day. "Who knows how many roots of rice are in the paddy fields / How many bends in a river / How many layers of clouds in the rainy season / Who can sweep the leaves in the forest / Who can command the wind..." When the new lotus picker When Xin Qingyue's voice sounded over the lotus pond, the old women showed obvious unhappiness. It seemed that they had stayed in the lotus pond for a long time. The singing on the lotus pond also gave them a monopoly, and new songs were not allowed to appear. The reclusive old poet was touched by this new sound, and his poetic sentiment was resurrected from then on. From the beginning of the night, Caihe Nu became the finger of the old poet, helping him write beautiful lines of poetry. "The moonlight, though so dim / Can't mourn the pale pond / I still find joy, in pain / I see rainbows in the fading moon / The words are like / The chords of the struck notes /Vibrated a beam of light/The melody echoed in my abandoned heart", the old poet died, but his poems let his afterglow radiate. Xin held his manuscript as if holding the most precious treasure. These poems opened a window in her heart, from the lotus pond to the distance. She brought a boat of white lotuses to the floating market where the old poet was a child. There, the women sang soulful boat songs, and Xin sprinkled the white lotus into the water, paving it into a white waterway, realizing the old dream of the old poet.
In this film, everyone realizes the most memorable wish in their hearts, and the future is unknown.
Love for three seasons - the dense fragrance is not a single fragrance, and it is mixed with different colors.
Behind-the- scenes introduction
director Tony Bao grew up in California and completed his first short film "Huang Lian" in 1995. In 1999, at the age of 26, he filmed "Three Seasons of Love", which won the 1999 Nominated for Best Film at the Berlin Film Festival, Jury Prize, Best Cinematography Award at the Sundance Film Festival in 1999, American Independent Spirit Award, Best Cinematography Award in 2000.
If I hear the case: Many times you will find that literary films are deceptive. Others decorate your windows, you decorate other people's dreams. The world is rolling, coming and going in a hurry, like ants coming from different directions, and they go away when they touch their tentacles. When the water dries up, the fish will stick to each other. If they are in the rivers and lakes, they will forget each other. Therefore, in my current opinion, waiting and searching are mostly a matter of seeking fish from wood, and seeking swords from boats.
Duanping Case: In fact, the fragrance and hope in the film are just a beautiful fantasy created by our own lust. When time slowly traverses the long river of life, when all searches stop to be pale at first, when our hearts can peacefully accept separation and imperfection, the third season of love is just a prop for us to look back on the past when we were young and green, and reminisce about going forward bravely. In this way, we can look at it calmly, and enjoy the many beautiful aromas once again.
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