Pure, elegant and charming temperament, graceful, pleasant, pleasant lovely handsome handsome and generous Biyuexiuhua Huarongyuemao Aromatic Empress Dowager graceful quality fresh and lovely blue heart benefits beautiful and eye candy I still see the face of natural beauty and beautiful feminine pity charming and well-behaved carefully Waterlilies lovely gentle kind weird
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On the girl's story
The Little Match Girl: mài huǒ chái de xiǎo nǚ hái Fairy tale. Denmark Andersen for. A poor family's little girl is still in the snow on Christmas Eve the streets selling matches. She was cold and hungry, he lit a match out, to get a little light and heat. Front of the fire she was hallucinating, seeing her grandmother to pick her up, they both fly in the bright and happy in heaven. The next day, it was discovered that the little girl had been frozen to death around the corner.
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Movie
女孩 电影
Director: Sande Zeig Writer: Monique Wittig ..... screenplay, Monique Wittig ..... story, Sande Zeig Genre: Romance / Drama / Mystery Length: 84 min Country / Region: United States, France White Languages: English, French Color: Color
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Synopsis
Two gay girls, one dead, a look back at the Food of Love ... ... Or to be understood as a story has a homosexual orientation can be girl's sexual fantasies. This is a girl lover story, these two concepts in the film and often confused.
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Movie Appreciation
She is a woman, as a singer, she sang in the bar. "He" is also a woman, who as a painting, painting in her studio. Them this is no intersection, but only a magical encounter, creating a deadly love ... ... I do not like men, I would like a woman, I like to protect them, when they curled up in my arms, my heart will be filled with a desired love and affection they feel. I think I am more than happy to let a woman any man happy, so I appreciate a woman, but also love a woman. She is the beloved of my life, and I was only in her life, "he", but I really truly a woman! She lived alone in a hotel, no father and mother, no brothers and sisters. Every day she must dolled themselves, and then swaying grace to appear in the bar, singing their favorite songs, or do not like. That night, I roam the streets of a person, I like the unrestrained, free feeling. When I was in front of the hotel lit up a cigarette, I do not know that my life will have much impact. I took a cigarette, any blue smoke rises in four weeks, therefore, felt that smoke with soaring ... ... At this point, I heard The Sound of Music, it is a very soft, very magnetic sound ... ... with a sort of charming style, will be easily spun from your desire, is not the slightest but it is very like the kind of obscene. So I am letting his feet, walked into that bar. I saw casually standing on the stage, she wore a pearl sapphire blue evening dress, with her singing, people fascinated. Over and over after she came to the bar, back to my seat, the chestnut brown hair gently lifted, and then loosely put, reveal faint lure out a promise, only I received. I watched, she suddenly back, my gaze on the eyes, mouth and she's raised on a beautiful arc. I like to see her blue eyes, Pitt, like deep lake, with endless suction, I admit that I was involved in a whirlpool. She did not ask my name, but first I will live into her hotel. I affectionately call her Baby, baby, she took away my world, from that night onwards. After the Passion, we cling to each other together, the atmosphere is soft and wonderful ... we smoke together, along with champagne, kissed each other with lips full of tenderness. Her voice in my ear wound: "I do not like and women to do this, but you are different, you look simply a guy ..." I know I'm a guy, I always wore a dark The suit, slender body let me look more Junting, and my appearance is more like a handsome boy. She kissed my earlobe, and then said: "But we can only spend the night, the future will no longer have." So, we began to gently rubbed each other, the skin slightly clashes spark, burning two of us also fascinated by the two of us. That night the rest of the time, I walk in the street, I walk along the river, quartzite play the lonely after midnight, I am waiting for the end of the night. Without her companionship, good night air. Only the rushing water, endless, and my thoughts like this, like the spread of water. Maybe that night I did not think, just smiled, waiting for the first ray of sunlight on the river in the ups and downs constantly. I still go to the bar, but did not speak to her, she sometimes glances I cast a glance, and sometimes stand up and sing, I just quietly sitting there, drinking wine, thinking about irrelevant things. Sometimes I will be under her window, standing observation of her, see her bets in the shadow on the curtain. That day, I saw a man close to her and cuddle with the left. After countless days on, I never asked her that day the man, she never said that perhaps we have a great friend Xiangxi induction. But he was in our lives off a storm. Each of her soft voice sounded, I sat down away from the nearest place to her, smiling at her. Until that day, she also used the affectionate gaze at me as if the whole song is sung for me. So a few days to ashes, once again ignite our passion. Perhaps because of that deliberate suppression, instead we have a more intense outbreaks. We quickly ran back to the hotel, she quickly stripped himself. Although I was wearing clothes, but we have tightly attached together, I feel the flame in her silky skin quickly kindled, and I also love the whisper she lost control, Who in this whirlpool need to control? ! We have forgotten who keep the promise. After the warm, I sat in a chair, sketching her, she then lit a cigarette, reclining on the pillow, to quietly tell me: "I was looking for an artist, and he can be with ... ... lying in bed, breathe freely, then put on clothes, makeup art is good ... "So saying, she stood up out of bed, out of the bedroom. I follow her, went to the dressing table, still playing in the hands of the sketch. Her mouth blowing smoke, and I just chat about anything. Suddenly, she stood up and said quietly: "Well, you should go." "But I thought you want me to stay it." Noncommittal I said. She stood up, opened the door very firmly, almost rash to say "I love you." I had to stand up to the door, in a very hasty farewell kiss, I was pushed out. Snapped the door, behind me, very loudly shut. I only shook his head against the door, knock on the door again, said to her: "You do not know me." When I went downstairs, the man and I go a head, I knew he was to find her. We embrace the dance, she told me to Lover (love), I like this name, from her mouth to say, gentle and dynamic. I know that she is an open rose in the darkness, her tender and beautiful and naked, vulnerable and lonely, she would send at me affectionately call: "kiss my skin, gently, Lover", I could not resist do not want to resist. I want her to caress me in bloom, she sometimes passionate, sometimes soft like water ... so, I want to Kiss every inch of her skin, in which her trembling, moaning, I love her the beautiful ... ... I like her desperate to kiss me, like she Rouluan my hair, like her most exciting moment in loudly shouted: "Lover", I like everything she did to me ... I just love this one For the fallen. She never asked about my life, she is not know me, but I simply can not do without her. Whether I am not a painter, as long as she likes on the line, who cares, this is our life. Back to the studio, model and close friend of my bed waiting for me Busa Wei is, I said to her: "I indulge my love." Busa Wei is another important in my life woman, she is a freedom to write songs, I like her personality. She has a smooth dark skin, hoarse and deep voice and bright eyes and a simple love of my heart. I often stroking her skin, feel it by her body to burst out of my inspiration. She know me said to me: "soft sunshine, a hotbed of passion ..." We understand each other and smiled, and then we kiss, love. That was our first time, but we all understand it will not be the last. I was crazy to see her, in her house under my vacillation should or should not go. She suddenly hugged me from behind me, told me, see my house from the window, looking down on me. So, we quickly ran upstairs to her in front of me, ran off the high heels, bras ... ... and finally, her smooth to 站在房门口, happily said to me: "lock the door , come take a bath ... " When I picked up her clothes onto the floor, into the bathroom, she has been lying in the tub a pleasure. She said to me: "custom requires people to wear clothes, but people want to take off it." My baby, my queen, and then gently to my next command: "undress it." So we hugged in a small tub of. We are more like a newborn baby, not all constraints, but it simply crowded, I feel we spent a past life has been destined to be together. When we dressed again, I draw sketches to her bed, her pose, standing in the twilight. She calmly said to me: "I and many people slept, because they have helped my career, life is like this." She said, and men like and they go to bed on the same bar. I asked her: "Life is like this?" She smiled and affirmed: "Yes." Silent phase, as we just smiled. What should have killed her joy, what makes her so real, I know, but realize this is somewhat cruel. One day, I Busa Wei intimate bed, we talked about her. I Busa Wei said: "She does not fit me." "Some people will and they do not like a woman madly love?" I answered: "We just instinct." "Goucai instinct. To find such a woman must be very exciting ..." I know Busa Wei was inspired by me, but even I do not know how this is a different story. I am madly infatuated with her, but she can not love so real; she likes me, but do not want to really get to know me. I hugged her in the dance floor and dance, melodious saxophone will blow we dance slow and messy, so we kiss. She whispered to me, she likes to dance with me, very very much. Inadvertently, she looked up and saw on one side with sharp eyes looking at our man. She immediately tense up, let go of my hand and walked out. I did not catch her, but followed behind her, watching her home, she hurried pace and scattered. In approaching the hotel door, she turned suddenly and loudly shouted to me: "Why are you following me? Every day, I deal with this man, I do not want to hurt you." She turned away, but they immediately turned his head: "Listen, do not follow me home, I do not want to see you! You have to be careful, you know?" Gentle tone is still not seen. I walk the streets aimlessly, or unwittingly come to the bar before. I saw the man pushing forward, to get her car. I know I can do nothing of her fate, so I can only stand there, if only a passing ... She may be aware of this earlier, but I did not imagine her as weak, after all, more than I like the looks on man, and I want to care for a woman. But in my memory of this experience is this: It is afternoon, the sky blue, sun and water before her house full of silver, mottled leaves so to shine, as simple as me and she is out of house, then broke up, back to their space. I know this is only my good memories, but unfortunately can only be imagined better times out. Next time, I fell into a slump. Busa Wei has gone a long time, said nothing and left; and baby sounds like a curse, has Qinru my mind as I sat sketching the floor, her ears will be filled voice, then pen on all her bits and pieces of the shadow, but it has not always Jiaoren satisfaction. So, I painted one on Chequ one, and then painting, then pull ... She is my gospel, now has become my nightmare, I know I inescapable. So, I appeared in the bar. Listen to her sing, really fascinating. I knew she was asking me to bartenders, as if she did not speak, I can hear her voice. Sure enough, she came up to me, I am tall, blue eyes on her in the release of Bi strange glory. We looked at each other, as if to compensate for this a long time no, she put my Hand to her waist and placed her on a soft, close to me, and then nearer, so we firmly kissing ... ... I poured her a glass of wine, but also feel the cold coming from the front ramp. He sat there, without a trace of emotion at us, but clearly people feel the pressure. But we did not bother him, so that the pressure on him to hell. She smiled and said: "I know my bad temper, my bad, my self-righteous, but you seem to understand me." Her hand gently stroked my cheek, I organize my hair. Passion, endless endless passion let us forget the world ... ... leisurely night passed, and the noise away from us, white light through the window, according to our body after burning passion, a kind of happiness in the spread of bed pervaded her lure person's perfume. I and she miraculously and well, every day we are together, because we like each other. Finally, I encountered a Busa Wei in the street, her clothes are not changed, just changed the people around her - at her side is a very unruly black man. She actually pretended to not know me, just said I reminded her of a person. Then we will understand each other hints, but do not be too hasty. My heart can not tell what it is. Back home, I saw the wall of the black board before I wrote "In my heart, I am a gentleman (in my heart, I am a gentleman)," absence smile, went before the easel, will be just a prototype of the Busa Wei took the portrait painted, but on a vast canvas of white. Sometimes that is so, what do not have to say, just press their feelings to do like, and this canvas is my mood. She finally told me that he is a kind of person, in the rehearsal room where we saw that he was posing as a model, but he also baboons that hair, touch the face, although it is insignificant, but no Which girl stand up against. She told me that he was monitoring them, he monitors everyone here, even me. He is a very dangerous, very cunning, she let me understand him, do not go reoccurrence, and too dangerous. Her look into depression, the original, he has been oppressed her, rather than just monitor that simple. She worries Shook his head and said: "You are no match for him, and then go on the dangerous." I learned of her tone, smiled and said: "Who cares?" She looked at me very seriously and solemnly said: "I care!" Although our relationship is so close a layer, but my situation is getting worse, and I did not even work. Fortunately Busa Wei came back, sat at the piano before, as I played one of her new work is a deep lack of excitement and shock in the song. I said to her: "This is your work? That your style has changed." "Do you like it?" "Very like it." Then I tell her my state, then I am a long sigh, I really do not know how long this state will last. She gently encouraged me: 'it up! " I have to smile, looking at her eyes, said: "I will." But life often backfire, I found that often people follow me, would seem to indicate danger came. And she began to ignore him, as if we have to try to get rid of his shackles. In the bathroom, holding her glass of wine, as if wistfully: "He is like the control a woman, I suppose I encounter the most unfortunate thing I know they will not give me, so I will reject them ... ... but I know they will come again, I know ... "She just keep nodding and drinking a glass of wine to make. I stood away from the place where she does not close, watching her, some doubt that she was drunk. I remove the towel, to wrap her naked, then takes her into the bedroom. She sent in my arms Oh vague hum of voices, like a child. I will be her gently on the bed, then left. I know she needs to fall asleep tonight, instead of my companionship. Night has been reluctant to come, but we have only the dark elves. I do not class a long time, eventually becoming Ye Hao took the brush, I just will go to morning classes, but still there is no spirit. I do not often go to bars, she told me to stay away from contentious, but I will always stand bar the door, from a distance with her, watching her was a man picked up. Sometimes we meet, will feel bad. That day I stood her dressing room door, watching her smoke irritability place, walked in the room, "It's terrible, the pianist can not come tonight ... ... but the big man to come." "You big man." "It was just like you see." "You do not have to always look at the man's face." She spit out a long smoke ring, the mirror looked at me. Suddenly, she flew at me, we immediately stick together. She said excitedly: "sex and love fucking cool!" She hands into my fingers, then lifted up, we are kind of intimacy. She added: "But passion can not be sustained, there is no passion, no love, no matter how your attitude ... you can really sexy stuff. I'm not good enough for you, you still leave me." She put down my hand, kiss my lips, her belly rubbing my body with the heat rising. "I'm good enough for you, I can only equipped on them." Then, again close to her body, "is that we had sex. Lover, You like it?" Her body like a snake dance in my body wander, bring hot temperatures. She murmured: "I orgasm, Come, Lover, Come ..." So, we broke out again. After her back to me, as if from the sleeve and pulled out something. I caressed her back, for the reason of her hair, asked her: "What is that?" She seemed reluctant to tell me, in my reminders, she opened the paper, read it: " leave her, or someone .... " Dim up her voice: "You know, people have been forced me to do certain things ..." I interrupted her: "But you did not do." Her head down, looking at the ground: "Yes, I did not do so, I want to be with you, no matter how the price." Her to the back, leaning against my knee, a slight smile on his face: "We are very happy now." She smiled at me in satisfaction, the moment I am really happy to know there will be a person in this world to be with you, willing to pay any price, there will be even more than this happy things? I know that I in trouble, only to find Busa Wei. She really is my friend, I did not say what exactly is having trouble, she said decisively: "I'll help you solve problems, you know I could do." Her eyes told me with a firm, what is not worth trouble, all with her. So, I laughed, playfully asked her: "how long?" "How long can you want." She held out her hand on my knee, great intensity, as if trying to force him to pass me. We looked at each other and smiled. I followed him into a tavern, the bartender asked for a glass of wine. And then for him to be a glass, he drink it in the original glass of wine, was deliberately brought down the glass, the wine I gave him to sprinkle on the desktop. Then looked at me with disdain, and extending a finger, dip a little wine, with tongue licked. His provocative, I know, we cherish as hostile to each other, as the. I want to tell him that I did not fear him! His presence still makes her afraid, though she will loudly let him get out, but get rid of him, she would hugged me tighter, more frantic, and I love, like doomsday is coming. She said she can not do without me, and I told myself in the heart, she is mine, no one can steal her. I went to the old place to find Busa Wei, we have to play with his bodyguard to finding fault, but this does not solve the problem. That night he came to the door with a bodyguard, a man, after all, strong animals, they took away her gold ornaments violence, smashing chaotic house furnishings, but also broke our hearts. She said angrily: "He can not control me!" But we all know, to get rid of this bondage to be very costly. The next day, our lives are painted gray. We lay in bed, her back to me, thinking mind. Later, she said that she thinks she is the subject of retribution, she would be how this idea? I am happy to let her back up. So night after night, a bar and a bar, I follow him. I like a hunter, waiting for the beast's fatal blow. To this end, I am full of confidence and calm, I want to protect my most beloved woman. I had a pistol to the Busa Wei, I want to give it to me baby, let her self-defense. But she disappeared in this city, I began looking for her, but there is no trace of her. But I never say that the bartender, that he is the boss here, where things are his, people here are also his. I finally know that I And who is fighting, but what is this relationship? I am determined to protect her will not change. Night, I walk in the street, so that his bodyguards to beat a lot of boxing. During the day, I sat in her dressing room, the smell of her perfume, the taste of her thinking, her body, her everything ... I am waiting for her in the bar, or see her, but he came in, laughing triumphantly to me, as if declaring his victory. So I angrily returned to his studio, took out the drawer of the gun. On the blackboard "I am a gengtleman", has disappeared, I picked up the chalk and determination to write: "I took the gun", I know that once picked up a gun hunter, hunter, or beast, there is always a party will be blood to pay homage. Finally in the hotel, I saw her. She wore a white decorated with silver sequins evening dress, opened the door, we intimate kissing, and she let me see her, happy to ask me like it. I took out a pistol and handed her: "you, you will need it to." She put down the gun and whispered: "You do not know what I went through ..." She shook her head: "Well, why should you know it, are gone." I know she must have suffered a lot, As I will not tell her my story, she did not tell me, but we are so deeply heart and mind each other. I went to the bar to find him, I want to fight him. So he took me to the basement, I first gave him several punches, but he have the opportunity to breathe, they resorted to every means will I knocked him down. I really can not beat him! Her ears heard the rapid and gentle voice, do I really can not protect her? My heart is full of bitter ... ... I had to go home. Bath, I lay in bed, as if consciousness were all taking the time, and I can only stare at the ceiling. I do not know when, Busa Wei came in, she side in my side, holding my hand: "What should I do it?" "Stay with me." I really feel good house empty, quiet, this time I felt my weakness, if only Busa Wei able to comfort me. The next day, I woke up, Busa Wei gone. I saw her leave the word in the black board: "I'm with you whatever you do (no matter what you do, I support you)", so I have the strength, I must have the power, my baby still waiting for me. I went to her, she told me buy a bottle of champagne, and then waiting for her in the window below. I bought the champagne, and walked downstairs to pace back and forth, I saw her shadow on the curtain to cast the shadow of large and small, is not seen her call me up. So, I decided to go. Opened the door, I saw him naked, lying on her bed, asleep. I looked at her, smiling face disappeared, put down the champagne, and then out of the room. Depressed, sad, helpless, pity, pain ... ... a variety of feelings in my head expansion would burst open ... I swing, I am shaking, I did not want to completely own consciousness. But I really can not do. However, I still can not help but see her. So, I went to her there, as usual, I did not ask anything, no matter that day. She smiled and asked me to be wine or vodka. Today, she is very happy, happily told me that she wanted to take me to the sea, to a place far, far away. She looked happy I did not ask: "how, Lover?" I like a sudden decision: "I have to leave." Condensation on the face of her smile, people seem very hard to accept. She came over and said softly: "Lover, hold me thing." Her eyes turned sad, "and I say ah." She hugged me, but I do not know how he is, actually be so cruel to her, said: "I had to go." And then do not have a farewell kiss, no goodbye, I ran downstairs. In fact, I was afraid that they Henbuxiaxin, halfway, we love have hurt each other, since I have not protect her, why continue it? Downstairs, my steps and hesitated, and perhaps she will be sad, maybe she would ... ... I finally turned around, but I did not go upstairs because his bodyguards blocked me, I have only gone, no matter how my heart misses her . I like walking up walking up, I do not know how many days have gone through, anyway, like many days. No birds, no sun, no light, no people ... ... all in my eyes is a simple lead-colored lines. My head emerges is her, her room, her performances, her man ... ... trees in the rock, the river in the quiver, I heard her groan, she told me to call. So I painted her nude, I used red and navy blue outline of her lines, her fiery red, blue is her unfortunate life. She should be red, but dark blue color has become essential to her. The two colors blend, blend into a wonderful ... ... and her very dynamic. I really can not stand this night miss the state, decided to look for her. On the stairs, they heard two shots, so I moved quickly to go, calling softly: "Baby, baby ..." I went into the bedroom and saw him lying on the ground, he was dead. She lay in bed, shirt open, oozing around at the bright red right rib, the gun in her side of the trunk. This is my baby do at the moment she has been dying. She smiled at me, with her magnetic voice good and said to me: "You hear it, two shots, Lover?" This is her last called me, I know. I caressed her hair, watching her slowly close your eyes to sleep, this is the last time I see her, caress her, I know ...
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Role analysis
"Girl" like a four-act drama. River, bar, studio, bedroom four scenes are dramatic scenery as purified; only two major roles. Three supporting roles: the Basque nightclub owner, bodyguards, black female models little dialogue. This is mainly interested in scouring the two main characters to give the emotional, psychological and create enough space to focus on the performance of real time and space that permeates the spiritual and psychological space-time pursuit. Visual and psychological purification makes the film a quiet and restrained picture of pure performance, "economy" of music blend together to form a kind of "alienation", the film constructs a meditation style. Masculinity is a kind of protection, which is also authoritarian nature of things. Stephen lives in Anaheim with men, but she is still looking manly, masculine female body from looking. We can only understand as she was not looking for men, but the face of loneliness and isolation when a filling of masculinity. When the passion, sacrifice can not heal the lonely heart, the left only despair. Painter Stephen's love of Anaheim, the challenge is based on the male body is proof of the existence of the spirit. Anaheim Stephen is desperate to find results; female artist looking for results beyond the physical body of the spirit rather than the reality itself. Anaheim only to commit suicide so the end of Stephen, a painter only in the memory to continue "lover" Wang Ran.
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Shooting techniques
Sandra Saeger this "simple" story of film is poignant, touching, timeless charm. End of the film visual performance, it is also exhausted human nature of the questioning. The first film shot: a beautiful girl from the screen on the right ankle and art, the heroine walking in the deep stone on the road, toward the lens vision. Scene from the start of the close-ups into a panorama. Another film heroine - a woman failed to show his right voice-over artist, tell us that girls are orphans, away from home, alone stay in a hotel, nightclub singer in the ... ... A shot of a paragraph, lighting, environment near black and white, the girl's back lopsided. Voice-over and pictures convey a common message - alone. Lonely girl lonely girl will flip the other one's heart. Sandra Saeger often this leads to panorama from the local body of narrative paragraph, the provisions of your perspective, to determine the aesthetic orientation, in order to keep the spirit of real physical space image and contrast. Lonely girl in a nightclub two first meet. She - the woman artist that singing girl - Ana Christi "to everything in the world than go on." We may wonder whether the world really does exist than can go all the girls, but the human heart at a particular time does need a real symbol, if not, people will instinctively want to fill one. They meet on the first night of love, and love hearty, warm touching, innocent girl Ana Christi, of course "female" role, the role of female artists as male. Sandra Saeger does not explain the reason two people come together, the film frequently, do not say that process only the performance results. Perhaps as a female artist Anatole Stephen's observation that professional convincing? Perhaps the professional female painter to make her more neutral? Perhaps two lonely hearts need not say the reason? Lingering 后阿纳斯蒂 painter had said: "I feel you like a handsome guy, but unfortunately only one night." This confession is only revealed with them under the cover of the lingering and warm the hearts of lonely, not explain why. This deliberately does not explain but left us with more imagination, makes us more concerned about the image itself, so that the film is more visual. Sandra Saeger important in almost every paragraph will show a female artist with a wandering river banks, waiting. You do not know what she was waiting, but you will feel life is always accompanied wait. 5-year-old children will wait, 50-year-old adults may have to wait 150 years old - if one can live so long, are waiting, waiting in the passage of years, but can not tell people what to wait in the end, perhaps only in Falling petals do not intend to wait for the tree, perhaps only the first floor, waiting for the fleeting light, perhaps just waiting for the End of the World Tour arbitrary sway of the solitary tear ... ... In fact, just about the end to the other can not fathom the eternal melancholy. After the first female artist also love the river, waiting downstairs to repeat this. Sandra Saeger through the lens group received both an expression of the reality of waiting, and waiting for the performance of the psychological. Changes in the performance of the night and day, she used a white flash skills. Changes in the performance space, she used a series of subjective lens: night flowers, lights flicker in windows, the house, as well as a young man with Anatole Stephen mysterious female painter to leave all the psychological things like, is the heart of desire and loneliness of the material presented. The film that rarely occurs, and thus appeared to be very economic, soothing music, but more disturbing is the mental space of another extension.
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Visual movie
"Girl" is a very visual movie. Again after sex, female artist for the Anaheim Christi portrait, but somehow Stephen Anaheim expulsion female artist, female artist returned to his studio, control scratch for the Anaheim Christi painting, the film finally to complete the painting as a female artist knot. Began painting, and finally painting, Sandra Saeger fine structure, complete. Female artists find a man appeared beside Stephen Anaheim, Anaheim Stephen inevitable trade-off, Sandra Saeger meaningful overhead with a panoramic view of the performance of this lens on the delicate psychological homosexuality: two people rub shoulders in the night And too, there is no dialogue, yet we feel out "he" does not matter, "she" is taste of "he" does not matter ... ... Third tryst, she is "he" named - "lover." "He" said the night was "his"; city is her. They really good and their emotions together, so that their love is but blurred. In two of the emotional space outside of Sandra Saeger also showed two other spaces, a waiting Ana Christi man, a female artist with a very close black girl. Female painter in his studio, painted the wall in red, and red corner, the back of her white and black girls affectionate portrait of the former, and later she saw the man in front of the hotel forced Anaheim Christi ... ... "The Lover" has finally met the man that entangled Anaheim Christi - Basque nightclub owner. Ana Christi told the "lover": I was always forced to do things, I do not want ... ... "Valentine" like trying to Basque lover as an equal acquaintance, was refused. Basque more often entangled Ana Christi, "lover" had to take security responsibility. She and a female black bars along the street battle with the Basque bodyguard, this battle or duel was carried out several times, ultimately failed, of course, is the "lover", no matter how heroic, how unyielding, after all, just a macho "woman." Woman to challenge a traditional society. "The Lover" as a sacrifice to the inevitable challenge: "I want to be, have to pay." Anatoly Stephen Basque finally hijacked. Alone, "Valentine" gun scoured Ana Christi, and the Basque bodyguard duel. When the "lover", she finally found Anatoly Stephen did not explain the reasons for the missing. "Valentine" to the gun to her: you will need it to. Anaheim Christi last film by the physical beauty of the local nightclubs beginning paragraphs. Concert ended, she turned down "lover," the desire to go upstairs, the original Basque lying in her bed. Anaheim Christi and apparently disappearance Basque with "lover" can not understand the agreement. "Valentine" for the first time alone, dancing, dancing down the lens with her shaking, showing the reflection of her dancing - everything upside down, their emotions, their mentality. "Valentine" for the first time refused to Ana Christi affectionate, and then the river for a long time hovering, fast-switching performance with Sandra Saeger "lover" of psychological space: black and white painting, previously there have been scenes of life, deformation enlarged image and two women breathing ... ... Then Sandra Saeger and paragraphs with the performance of up to three minutes, "Valentine" to complete a substantial portrait of Stephen Anaheim, to cut a very fine performance of the local Anaheim Stig her charming body color. Upon completion of the portrait is "Valentine" All of the good impression Stephen Anaheim - physiological, psychological, and the United States the sum of the sublimation. Has a vibrant portrait of the lines, heavy color, not the face of detail - perhaps she finally found a moment of Anaheim Stephen impression soul? Complete portrait of the "lover" to find Ana Christi, she was lying in bed helpless, there is a bloody bullet hole in the abdomen; Basque overlooking the ground, dead. She used "his" gun over all. She looked up at "him": you hurt you, lover? This is the "him" and asked, but also for all lovers of the questioning.
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Style Elements
Sandra Saeger in the style of the film reflects the main elements: 1 lonely state of mind of modern man's attention. 2 inner monologue and the visual language combination. 3. Dialogue concise practice, almost none of the direct narrative, but the heart of the talk. 4 results from the accumulation of many despair. 5 to replace the entire body part, often from the local leads to a new paragraph. 6 music much, but emotions are directly related.
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English Expression
: chick
n.: babe, frill, gal, girl, petticoat, quiff, get (a girl) into trouble, gril, female child, lass
adj.: marriageable, matronly
French Expression
n. fille, (une) enfant
Thesaurus
miss, girl, gal, miss, young unmarried woman, miss
Related Phrases
swan
fabricate
Author
literature
belle
raoxueman
fable
zhengyuanjie
pipilu
fable baron
fierce Lin wai passes
child
Martial arts
a person adept in martial arts and given to chivalrous conduct(in olden times)
