Impressions, illusions, runs, falls again and again, in the darkness, in the dazedness, in the field of love and being loved.
Like Debussy's Moonlight, Carax's love movie Lovers of New Bridge.
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If someone asks which love movie is your favorite, I must not hesitate to tell him that it is "Lovers of The New Bridge", not because of how warm it is to express love, nor because its audiovisual language is endlessly evocative, but because this kind of love is not in reality, is there? If you've seen this movie too.
When fireworks bloom from all corners of the city, they dance, they are intoxicated, and they respond enthusiastically to everything around them as if they suddenly love the world.
The first encounter on that street was a kind of destiny, and his wandering collided with her wandering. Their sad souls also collided together.
The bridge had not yet been repaired, and on this old French bridge he read poems to her.
Someone loves you
If you love him too
You'll talk to him tomorrow
The sky is white
If it's me
I'll answer
But the clouds were black
I remember the first time I watched it, I lamented that the poems written by the french tramps were better than those written by some self-proclaimed poets.
He chased her, she chased once, the subway crowd surged, the subway crowd dissipated.
The tramp doesn't deserve love, but he already has it
The sky was white, she said
They came to the seashore, looked at the rushing sea, they blended, embraced, and felt the never-ending sea breeze.
Carax is very good at exploring the entanglement of love, the possession of love, the fear of love.
In the film, the heroine learns the news of her family's search after wandering for half a year, and the male protagonist who is worried about losing his lover burns all the information about finding the heroine.
And she left anyway and carved that sentence on the bridge.
I haven't loved you at all, forget me.
How could he forget, that the three-year prison sentence was long and short, and she came to see him and said to him, "My illness is cured and the new bridge is repaired."
She said
The person who appears in the dream should wake up and go to see him.
If you still love, you can fix it. On Christmas day the snow was pouring, the crowds coming and going on the new bridge, he was waiting for her in the crowd, she came to him, they snuggled up, as close to each other as first love, she painted him a portrait, when she came home, he suddenly felt that he would lose her again, he was afraid, the fear that had once been took possession of him again, he carried her and threw her into the Seine.
They appeared on the fishing boat, toward the wanderings of the past, toward the places they were about to reach, frozen under the quiet night sky of Paris.