I didn't count how many stories appeared in this movie, I only know that these different styles of out of chapter gave me a whole new movie-watching experience. Some stories ended as soon as they started; some stories almost reached the climax, but ended again; some stories were not even stories at all, but more like a presentation of a state of life. With the lens, our eyes traveled to every corner of Paris, peeking at a chapter in the lives of those who seem to be passersby by our side. I like vampires (much like the style of Sin City), clowns, handsome gay painters, and scenes of the reunion of two old film actors. I like the humor of ambiguity and laughter in tears. The passion that ends there. Think about it, the story of a person's life can be summed up as a chemical reaction of a place, me, you, and love. In fact, the last melancholy woman who read her travel notes in a tone like an announcer was the most relevant: looking around, I found that in the end, Paris fell in love with you. This land is like every piece of land under our feet, allowing us to wreak havoc with my arrogance, low self-esteem, bliss, anger and other emotions. When I finally returned to its embrace, I found it silent and gentle as always.
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