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I was stunned by Emily's tone of eating strawberries when she came out - but I don't know that there are other children besides me. Eat strawberries like this. Then countless shadows of myself reappeared on Emily's body - I have also come into contact with many marginalized people who need help, they are strange, but their feelings are very fragile and even kind; I have a habit of collecting maps, from maps from all over the world. I like to observe strangers, use my camera, and secretly photograph them, and take them home to appreciate the details hidden behind the movements and expressions; I often have fantastic fantasies, and will come on a whim for no reason. I find ways to achieve them and make them romantic; I call things around me all sorts of weird names, and I'm proud that only I can call them that; I have a whole bunch of attachment habits
… At the end of the film, dance freely to the ending song, spin freely in the living room, sometimes dance minuet, sometimes do some fresh dance moves, and find all kinds of happiness alone and enjoy it.
But Emily is definitely not me, and I am definitely not Emily. She is in Paris and I am in Shanghai.
I've been told that everyone has an Emily in them. Really? What's so good about being Emily? Emily is really lonely and lonely, and all her bizarre activities are just to relieve the suffocating atmosphere of the day-to-day tediousness of real life, so she thinks: let's do something else!
Many of her little secrets and actions are left to her to realize alone. To outsiders, she was addicted to her own fantasy world, but as Emily herself, she must be looking for some accomplices. That's why she fell in love with the same strange boy who collected torn ID photos.
This movie made me realize that I am so special and so ordinary.
(Rewritten from a film review on February 24, 2007)
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