Notting Hill - My Fairy Tale Vices

The day before yesterday on Weibo Xiaowu classmates recalled notting HILL, I gave him a comment of only 2 words, I DO.maybe.... I should have reminisced about this movie, but I never forgot it

Many people can't repeat a love story in an ordinary tone when they grow up, whether it's their own or someone else's, the road to feelings in reality is never smooth, but there are so many people who cut through the thorns for this. Of course, love is beautiful, but we may also have too many sequelae brought about by the happy life of princes and princesses in childhood fairy tales. How likely is it that Julia Roberts walked into an ordinary bookstore in Notting Hill, how much credibility is the story of falling in love with the owner of the bookstore, and there are many three-legged frogs in this world, but believe me, it is certainly not the one in front of you.

I'm sure most Hollywood screenwriters, like us, loved to listen to fairy tales as children, which were enlightenment education about happiness, so those loves are often just extracted from their brains and transferred in another popular format—big stars fall in love with little bookboys, like princesses fall in love with little carpenters, and Cupid's sharp arrows have beautiful trajectories, and stories like this make us feel familiar. But when we grow up, we will find that our city was originally wingless, it was material and dead, we would not suspect that there was a forest in the distance, there was a castle in the forest, we would not doubt that the princess's kiss would rescue the prince who had become a frog, the prince would awaken the sleeping beauty, but we could not believe that there would be such a love in the city around us.

My best friend Xiao Wu has lived in London for several years and I have always wanted to ask him how many bookstores there are in Notting Hill. Is there a blue gate house? Is The Retiro Hotel so romantic? Is the little shop that sells orange juice still there? His answer to me was a series of pictures of the field. I would smile at the same time and suddenly feel that something was missing.

Julia is like Ingrid Bergman many years ago, they also walked into such a bizarre love. The love scandal of big stars and small citizens may be the easiest to become the headlines and alleys of the entertainment version. Because even on the chess board, the little pawn wants to eat the queen, that requires superb skill, who would believe that the white swan will fall in love with a small toad in Notting Hill. In modern society, such fairy tale love is often like an atomic bomb explosion, making people jealous to the point of no grass. However, even with the gossip of the public and the pain and torture under the spotlight, the ending of the story is still permeated with the simplicity and simplicity of a fairy tale. But I admit what Julia said: I'm just an ordinary girl, standing in front of a boy and begging him to love me. But with the sincerity and courage that all love has. （I am just a girl, standing in front of a boy,asking him to love me. ）

Our lives may have adventures, and there may be love in adventures, but we will hide that we will never grow our noses in front of the people we have a crush on. Love in fairy tales is a pot of warm water, warm and hard, while realistic love is often boiling, and can even burn a dead pig to the death. Discussing the gap between film and reality is an absurd proposition, just like our bookstore owners often wear high glasses or are buried in collapsed bookcases and die without anyone knowing, while our female stars will always appear in the bed of a master director or a certain actor surnamed Chen.

We don't accept such fairytale love because of the huge gap it has with reality. It is not so much that we slowly give up believing in fairy tales when we grow up, but rather that love is originally the same vice of fairy tales, which are exaggerated by irresponsible fabricated gorgeous beauty, and when we grow up, we do not seem to have prepared enough sadness for our emotional life. But we will eventually find that every Little Red Riding Hood always has a big bad wolf around him— fairy tale writers are really a very pleasing profession, because even if we shed more tears and suffered more injuries because of our not-so-fairy tale love, we will never say that they are all liars.