The Holiday

Jolie 2022-04-23 07:01:31

Years ago, a TV series called "Long Vacation" featured all kinds of lonely characters and performed a tangled and inspirational story. I forgot the plot and only remembered a metaphor. All the frustrated times are God-given holidays. . A lot of times, frustration is not because of something amazing, not because of something to lose, maybe just walking home from get off work, getting lost in the sunset, not knowing where I am going, and feeling that the faint hole in my heart is gradually enlarged, But couldn't say what was missing. It seems that Li Shangyin's poems have a bit of boring sadness. He is not sick, but he has lost his soul.
I have to admit that the dark cells in my brain have grown savagely over the years. Warm movies like "Sleepless in Seattle" make me restless, but the cool tone of "Sin City" is more worthy of aftertaste. I watched this "The holiday" by accident, from the warm fireplace in the suburbs of London to the dream of Sunset Boulevard in Hollywood, the romantic comedy mode of twins and twins, the unexpectedly tragic opening, the sparkling encounter, The unease that has calmed down, the repeated struggles, the breaking of the restraints of the ego, the reunion of good wine and hot kisses, reasonable or unreasonable, whether it is a gang or a gang, who cares, this is a Christmas movie.
Travel is to temporarily leave from the place where you are tired of living, and go to the place where others are tired of living. Any place has infinite tolerance for travelers, because you always have to leave. When we encounter the dilemma of our own life, we all have an urge to leave, to avoid an embarrassing environment, to escape a difficult person, everything is unfamiliar, which is good, such strangeness will not make people afraid , but will give you an unreal sense of security, ok, I can, start over, as if the past never happened.
Iris said: "I found all the descriptions of love to be true. Shakespeare once said, "Lovers always meet at the end of their journey." What a different point of view! Personally, I've never had a similar experience, but I prefer to believe that Shakespeare did. I have always thought more about love than others, and I am often amazed at its power to change and define life. Shakespeare also said, "Love is blind." This I am sure is true. Somehow, for some, love means passing away; for others, it is simply loss; then, love can still be found, even if only for a night. Of course, there is another kind of love--the cruelest one--that is painful enough--that is unrequited love. I'm an expert on this. Love stories are usually about two people falling in love, but what about the rest of us? What about our stories, those of us who fall in love alone? We are unloved, walking dead victims, like handicapped people who can't find a parking space.
I have to say that it was this sentence that made me stay by the TV and quietly watched a movie that knew the ending from the beginning. Although love itself is full of joys and sorrows, such a beautiful sentence will always make me fascinated , I can't help but wonder what kind of dialogue they will have.
Generally speaking, there are roughly two types of heroines in love movies. One is the heroine who is insensitive to words and deeds, waiting silently, and finally becomes a confidante; . There should be no problem with such a setting, because those immortal girls have been targeted early, most famous flowers have no value of writing books, and those girls with quick minds and strong actions, then Arrange the troops and open a net to get what you want. Perfect love is similar, but single girls have their own tragic reminders.
Iris and Amanda met the Titanic in love on Christmas Eve, and they exchanged their homes, hoping to exile their weary souls to a faraway place, pick up their broken hearts, and piece together the courage to start anew. The encounters that followed were all expected, nothing new.
In our age, everything is getting faster and faster, so it is such a luxury to slow down, but I have to admit that although Coke is not nutritious, it can still bring people instant happiness, "Casablanca" is unforgettable. It's so out of reach, not looking for eternity, but only to have it once, this is also a sense of open-mindedness.
What I will never forget is the relationship between Iris and the old man Arthur. Arthur came to Hollywood at the age of seventeen and fell in love with movies. He worked for MGM's Mel, and wrote countless classic dialogues because of his old age. The stubbornness of refusing to attend the award ceremony due to inconvenience in mobility, the quietness that has been washed away by the scenery, and the persistence of his film concept have become the last rays of the glorious era.
Insomnia because of happiness, tears because of sadness, the simplest and the most rare.
Some people's love is like a fingernail, it will grow back after it is cut off; some people's love is like a wisdom tooth, it will disappear when it is pulled out; Stay together; some people's love is two trees that are born side by side, separated and accompanied by each other. The most romantic thing in love is to write a person's name into a song and into a poem; the most touching thing in love is to be willing to chat with you decades later, a warm embrace.
Movies, we can't be too serious, so we need popcorn and coke, sad for a while, happy for a lifetime.

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The Holiday quotes

  • Miles: [reaching across Iris to grab something on counter] Okay, sorry about that.

    [pregnant pause]

    Miles: Boob graze.

    [Iris briefly surprised, then burst into merry laughter, with Miles joining in with a chuckle]

    Miles: That was accidental.

    [gazing around with sheepish smile]

    Miles: Accidental boob graze. I'm sorry.

    Iris: Change of subject.

    [trying to restrain laughter]

    Miles: Okay.

  • Jasper: You know what I was thinking? When you get back to London, maybe we could sneak off somewhere together. Maybe Venice. You and me in Venice could be good.

    Iris: Do you mean that? I mean, are you free to do that?

    Jasper: Darling, I've just traveled halfway across the world to see you, haven't I?

    Iris: [Iris & Jasper almost kiss before Iris pulls away] Yeah, that doesn't exactly answer my question. So, are you not with Sarah anymore? I mean, is that what you've come here to tell me?

    Jasper: I wish you could just accept knowing how confused I am about all this.

    Iris: Okay, let me translate that. So, you are still engaged to be married?

    Jasper: Yes, but, I mean...

    Iris: Oh, my God.

    [Iris gets up from the couch]

    Iris: This was a really close call. You know, I never really though I'd say this, literally never, but I think you were absolutely right about us. Very square peg, very round hole.

    Jasper: You cannot mean that.

    Iris: The great thing is I actually do. And I'm about three years late in telling you this, but nevertheless I need to say it. Jasper. Wait, I need the lights on. Jasper, you have never treated me right. Ever.

    Jasper: Oh, babe.

    Iris: Shush. You broke my heart. And you acted like somehow it was my fault, my misunderstanding, and I was too in love with you to ever be mad at you, so I just punished myself! For years! But you waltzing in here on my lovely Christmas holiday, and telling me that you don't want to lose me whilst you're about to get MARRIED, somehow newly entitles me to say, it's over. This - This twisted, toxic THING between us, is finally finished! I'm miraculously done being in love with you! Ha! I've got a life to start living.

    [Picks up Jasper's jacket, walking to the door]

    Iris: And you're not going to be in it.

    Jasper: Darling.

    Iris: Now I've got somewhere really important to be, and you have got to get the hell out.

    [Opens the door]

    Iris: Now!

    Jasper: What exactly has got into you?

    Iris: I don't know.

    [Pushes Jasper out the door]

    Iris: But I think what I've got is something slightly resembling, gumption.

    [Slams door shut in Jasper's face. Lifts hands up and screams with joy]