I have five books side by side in my hand: one by Milton, one by Quinn, one by Suluzhi who doesn’t know right or wrong, and one forgot to read the title of the book. , And another book of my own is being revised, densely packed with inserts, deletions, transpositions, etc., symbols that only I can understand and the ugly blue ballpoint pen characters... Yesterday, this time, and today’s situation are no different. When I returned home, I bought a "Golden Bull" beer. Five bottles were given a long glass with a golden rim. The shape of the mouth was a bit like the 88mm muzzle of the Henschel Tiger. I tossed the glass aside, all the beer was frozen, took out a bottle of freshly squeezed orange juice, turned off the light, hugged the cat, turned on the TV, and quietly watched the movie called Untreu in the living room until 2:16.
It stands to reason that this film is the completion of Diane Lane. But I can't remember her looks, only the messy scene in the blonde wind, facing a messy young man with the same greasy hair holding a pile of books, finally she got into the taxi, waved vigorously, and said goodbye. ——Only that shot kept circling in my head after watching it. I seriously thought about why I felt unforgettable for this set of shots. Perhaps there was a parallel universe split at that moment: when a woman burned a photo, it must be similar to what I thought. If things develop like that and choose the harmless possibility, will life be better afterwards? At least it doesn't have to be like now. The husband killed the lover, the sense of family responsibility overcame the sensual passion, the morality of the beloved was tangled under the traffic lights in front of the police station, and the subtitles were not able to give a definite answer.
Olivier Martinez, who resells books, is completely inferior in appearance and temperament to Richard Gere, who is introverted, tall and strong, but if it weren’t for the latter to impulsively kill the former with a crystal ball that symbolizes the integrity and happiness of the family, the young man would eventually win. Fresh taste-what good is the duplicity "It's over like this" in Diane Lane's phone message? In the end, didn’t it mean that the strong guy was stripped of his clothes in the creaky wooden corridor, and he was forced to shout "Strengthen me" a few times? In the plot, there are only so many carnal lusts going back and forth. Look at it calmly. Every time, the lady puts it upside down: it's simply that you are too obsessed with the body of a fresh man, and lust can't be used as an excuse for moral responsibility. The plot setting here is at best trying to give a little comfort to the group of confused men and women watching the movie outside the screen-unfortunately, it is useless. The late-night party either has already seen this shallow benevolence, or just rushed. Going with Diane's sagging tits: two choices, depending on mental age.
I understand all kinds of temptations in the world, such as money, materialism, power, career, eroticism... Walking in society, the world is like a thunderstorm. A ring of wedding rings hold up a shabby black umbrella that has been married for more than ten years. The umbrella handle is covered with the word "tired". How can it be possible to pass the whole body without seeing a wet body? In the previous paragraph, I occasionally read the alumni record. Some of my old friends of the same generation are already divorcing, or I heard XX say that each of the men and women in the XX family has a "little finger" outside. Not only in China, but also in Germany, but also in the world: old professors in their seventies are also busy divorcing, men and women in their early twenties are obsessed with ONS, and hard-working office workers in their 30s and green hats are full of ignorance, forty. Fifty tigers and wolves’ bad examples of women abandoning their families and children are everywhere on the newspapers and TV...There are countless examples of forgetting each other in the world, especially the myth of the so-called reciprocity—the redemption of the bruised love warrior. After seeing the coffin board of blind date, I watched three movies, walked twice, took a hand, and hurried to have a wine and burial, and then waited for a thunderstorm night to unearth the corpse... Marriage is a besieged city, and the city is full of Zombies, the city is full of tombs.
What we have at the moment is what we will lose forever: this is the same as "living to death". It took only nine and a half weeks to fall in love with someone (it's all Adrian Lyne's abuse). After that, the love that maintained the relationship, even the coefficient of years for decades, was no longer the love at that time. Smart men and women constantly change themselves, changing the face of love, so that their opponents can continue to fall in love with their new selves; lazy men and women are busy breaking up and looking for new love; stupid men and women worry about responsibility, children, affection, etc. The trivial things that are far away, stick to life, moist each other, smile with wrinkles, and tears in my heart have faded.
However, I still believe that there is a lover who loves each other-my parents are. I hope to do the same in the future.
(The content of this article has been turned into a diary, and I will write a serious film review the next day. I like this film very much, and I shouldn't complain about it, riverTR taught it so.)
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