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Some people say: Love is just a feeling.
There is always a scene that will make you feel moved and remembered.
For example, Dai Wangshu wants to meet a lilac-like girl in "Rain Alley".
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone
It seems to be long, long
And lonely rain alley,
I hope to float by
One lilac like
A girl with a grudge.
Maybe it is love at first sight, boys are always willing to go to the haystack to find the girl in their hearts, such as Huang Younan in "Wang Jiaxin", who can call the whole city and spend all their energy to find it.
Huang Younan was lucky after all, because at least he met another "Wang Jiaxin", silly to accompany himself to find, unconsciously becoming the girl in his mind.
And in this "In the City of Sylvia", the painter who returned to his hometown six years later to find his old love seems to have no such luck.
It's a film that's almost extremely simple. Throughout the movie, the lines are less than ten minutes, and the ordinary people who are skipped by the camera are mostly silent.
In the winding ordinary alley, this is a lonely painter.
He had quiet sideburns and clear eyes. He didn't speak, glancing at one woman after another to the sound of the violin, painting with beer in the open-air café bar by the lake.
He drew the silhouettes of one woman after another, but impatiently crossed them. How lonely he was on a light afternoon.
And the women who don't speak or erase their voices are really like paintings.
When the painter's gaze fell on the girl in red, there was a light in his eyes.
Looking up again, more determined, he was slightly excited, his hand unconsciously put on his lips, and smiled to himself.
That's her, Sylvia.
Following the red color along the street after street, the painter never dared to come forward to talk.
And when he finally plucks up the courage to open his mouth, can a touch of red in his memory really appear in reality?
What the painter loves is Sylvia's apparition.
After thinking too much about a person, is it still the real person that is missed?
We don't know why he missed a girl named Sylvia at the time or why he didn't come until 6 years later.
In the winding alleys, he repeatedly passed through the capitalized "LAURE JET'AIME" (French I love you), which is where love once stopped, but he never caught the traces of love.
He constantly observed the people around him, saw the look of each girl, and painted it with a paintbrush on his sketchbook.
He portrays different sides of each person, including the look in his eyes, smile, demeanor, and movements, which he then names as elles, and then contrasts with the inner Sylvia.
He asked again and again, "Don't you remember?" ”
When the answer was no, he was still trying to make sure she was his Sylvia, "But you're Sylvia, right?" ”
He firmly believed that he had found Sylvia, that he wished she was, and that he was full of hope and joy.
But I didn't get the answer I wanted:
- Is this encounter my fault?
- Yes, your fault.
In this situation, what flashed in my mind was Zheng Zaoyu's "Mistake".
I hit Gangnam and walked by
The face that waits in the season is like the opening and falling of a lotus flower
The east wind does not come, and the willows in March do not fly
Your heart is like a little lonely city
The streets of Charu bluestone are late
The sound of the footsteps is silent, and the spring curtain of March is not revealed
Your heart is a small window tightly hidden
My Dada's horseshoe is beautiful mistake
I'm not a returnee, I'm a passerby...
It's that street corner again, the girl beckons, leaves....
This is the longest crush, miss is missed, and it is difficult to find it again.
What we know is that in his life, there was that little bit of red, and yet he missed her, just as he missed him countless times in his life.
Who has never made such a stupid move?
You wait for bus after bus at the station where he often appears, hoping to see that familiar face before dark.
You went to his city and walked round and round the most crowded streets, longing to meet even if it was just a chance encounter.
You went to his favorite coffee bar, ordered one mocha after another, and in such a familiar environment, longing for him to shine on the scene.
You will be disappointed, such an encounter should not have happened in the first place.
Wishful thinking is terrible, but what is even more frightening is that you don't even see wishful thinking.
"In the City of Sylvia" spends more than 90% of its time showing the Strasbourg style of northeast France, a typical classical European town, which makes people feel immersed in the beauty of the scene.
A large number of long shots, constructing quiet scenes, multiple appearances of black vendors and lame people holding roses, and old women sitting on street corners throwing glass bottles, the faint emotions are more like helpless real life.
Of course, the painter's emotional vein is still very complete.
Seeing the excitement and ecstasy of the girl in the dream, the torment and entanglement of following all the way, the nervousness of the first conversation will even secretly hook up the little finger, the loss of learning to admit mistakes, and the confusion and emptiness after indulgence, it is like that permeates the painter's face.
Also permeating the landscape in front of the painter's eyes, this lonely city was given the name of the beloved, "The City of Sylvia", because of that city, can only see her shadow?
I don't know if it's all of us, because one person thinks the city is him.
Curious, what is the name of the city in your heart.