Frida's notebook: Talk to her
August 26th 2007 06:56
There is a reason why people compare love to seasons.
Frida: Her life began at a splendid and flowery spring, when shooting of love and sour of happiness turned into a forest of bewildering thorns, she experienced cruelness and gloriousness of autumn. The director uses the unique female senstivity and surrealist angle of camera, painting a strong and heavy picture for the audience-- which is so cool, exactly and appropriately reflecting the tender of a sensitive heart, the talent of a great painter, and the complex of a love. When Frida traveled through the forest, stepping and looking at the gate of heaven, her love grows and sleeps in winter forever.
Talk to her: When the memory of love is dying in the blackhole, will the blackhole absorb the last sense of courage and honesty? When he is alive, talking to her is his whole life; When she is awake, her glistening eyes catch what she wants. The ending is a forever mystery: will he tells her what happened during her long sleep? or will he takes her hands and they lead a new life without a drop of past? When the winter of a lonely love soul sleeps, the spring of two sharing hearts wakes up/COLOR]
The Notebook : [COLOR=Green]Beginning with a hot summer of strong and crazy love, ending with a fruity autumn of enduring passion. What attracts me most about the Notebook is its passion and craziness. [COLOR=Lime]Two 17-year-olds with that burning crazy love enjoy such a romantic summer. This is what we love most about teenages: nothing to worry about, nothing but the loyalty to one's true feelings. At that age, love is air, love is water, love is sunshine, love is rainfall....[/COLOR]
Two 70-year-olds with that phenixy passion share each drip of their last minutes. This is what we appreciate most about the mature: everything is gone with the wind, everything but the seed of true love, which is warm and soft, growing into a golden autumn. When they "sleep" with their ten fingers embedded into each other's, there is a newmoon of smile at the corner of their lips.
There is every reason for people to compare love to seasons.
Frida: Her life began at a splendid and flowery spring, when shooting of love and sour of happiness turned into a forest of bewildering thorns, she experienced cruelness and gloriousness of autumn. The director uses the unique female senstivity and surrealist angle of camera, painting a strong and heavy picture for the audience-- which is so cool, exactly and appropriately reflecting the tender of a sensitive heart, the talent of a great painter, and the complex of a love. When Frida traveled through the forest, stepping and looking at the gate of heaven, her love grows and sleeps in winter forever.
Two 70-year-olds with that phenixy passion share each drip of their last minutes. This is what we appreciate most about the mature: everything is gone with the wind, everything but the seed of true love, which is warm and soft, growing into a golden autumn. When they "sleep" with their ten fingers embedded into each other's, there is a newmoon of smile at the corner of their lips.
There is every reason for people to compare love to seasons.
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Thanks a lot for your comment!
Frida is really a fantastic movie!! I love it~~