Sometimes, I think of "Angel Emily" for no reason, somehow.
I've always believed that the French are far smarter and more refined than the Americans, and have a better touch with humanity, especially when it comes to film success.
I keep this French film on my computer at home. Every time I go back from a vacation, I remember to review it. Such a film, comic-like, romantic and fresh.
First, the sound of the accordion, the brisk four beats, with a slight silk-like texture. Then there is the sound of the piano, wave after wave, gently spread over the picture, like water.
I like the girl's slightly nervous face, slightly pale and slightly high cheekbones.
Her eyes are bright and clear, with large pupils, dark brown in color.
I like the way she clips the short hair over the ears on her head, clean and refreshing, like a timid and harmless animal.
Just such a woman, she can be very ordinary or very beautiful.
Jean-Pierre Junnet said she was an angel.
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Emily Brown has had little contact with people since childhood, her mother died early, and she longed for her father's embrace but did not speak. She is only her, and she is used to fantasizing in life with her delicate and simple but lonely games, and then growing up day by day in fantasy.
Time has not changed anything, she is still lonely and has peculiar hobbies: she likes to stick her hands in bags full of grains; she likes to crack open hard porridge shells with a spoon; she likes to beat water over and over by the Saint Martin Drift, likes to look back at the faces of the people behind in the dim darkness while watching a movie.
Like every ordinary good girl forgotten by God, she is shy and lonely, and the subtle beauty in life can easily make her happy, and at the same time, she is also very easy to be sentimental.
By chance, she helped a lonely old man find his childhood treasure and changed his attitude towards life.
The golden sunshine, the birds, and the thick shade of green trees, she suddenly felt very happy, sincerely happy, and happy because of the happiness she could bring to others. Like those who plant a garden, the fragrance of flowers is full of clothes.
She began to help people around her, matching coffee shop clerks and frustrated customers; pranking the bitter fruit shop owner; forging old love letters to make the landlady who had been sad for 40 years smile; The shadow of my mother's death... with great
success.
Her life has changed since then.
3Ninon
is a boy who is used to living in fantasy like Emily, and also has a peculiar hobby.
He would stay up all night collecting other people's footprints on the concrete floor; he would record laughter he thought was funny; he dressed up as Santa Claus;
In the dark house of horrors, Nenon, dressed as a ghost, purred from behind Emily and stroked her neck with his hand. Under the protection of black, she put away her rabbit-like timidity and closed her eyes quietly.
There is no complicated entanglement, love, what it looks like at the beginning, is so beautiful. You approach timidly, guessing over and over again, out of the corner of your eye, pink and green, thumping heart. One of his preferences, one look, his rolled up long sleeves, his warm smile.
You see, our hearts are so small, one sand is one world, one flower is one heaven.
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I like this movie, bright colors, smooth light and shadow, fresh music, and the dazzling sunshine all the time.
I like that strange town, the goldfish who jumped out of the water to commit suicide, the beggar who doesn't "work" on Sundays, the "Glass Old Man" and his profound gouache paintings.
The arrangement of details should be the most successful part of this film, the pictures of talking, the frame of the secret conversation, the bronze statue that suddenly blinked at you with a finger pointing at the sky, the disappointed Emily turned into water in an instant, tilted her head. , fell straight to the ground, light splashes of water, and then disappeared. Everything is exquisitely sighing.
I think most of the people who like this movie should be girls, ordinary good girls who have been forgotten by God like me and Emily. After being fooled again and again by the insidious years, I still have naive fantasies, using the delicate little details in life to open my heart for a short time, and then continue to live vigorously and lively and bravely.
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There is also loneliness. The loneliness in the film is captivating, subtle, but ubiquitous.
When little Emily played alone; when she sat on the high roof and looked at the misty city; when the piano sounded like water.
Dancing alone, sometimes, without even music.
The sound of the accordion will sound when the whole world is silent, timidly, stretched, cut, stretched, cut... like tears of hesitation.
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Sad Emily is making noodles in the kitchen.
She imagined that it was raining heavily outside, and Ninon went out in the rain, and the rain wet his hair, and he put his collar up.
He was about to buy a pack of yeast, and the boy winked at him. "Is Emily making bread?"
Nenon nodded shyly.
Imagine him sneaking into the house, hiding himself behind the kitchen door, and pulling the curtain with his right hand. A bead clacked, softly.
Emily looked up, she really heard the sound of the beads.
Looking back, the curtain was moving, there was no Nenon, just her cat.
Then she cried quietly.
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great movies, likes.
A woman who changed the world she lived in by changing the people around her.
So, she is an angel.
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