There is a sunset and a sunrise from the human-centred world everyday, no matter if they are seen by the pair of curious eyes or not...as a time-symbolic 'phenomenon' defined by our civilisation, things go each of their own ways under the cycle of light movement, gently and wholeheartedly. The story began a decade before the sun set when the sun rised. Challenging the absurd isolation of human relationship on the move, a birth of a life was rooted from the meaning to be. Dream and belief, men slide in between. Dramatic chance is a view, determination is the key. Talking, feeling, meaning, exchanging - a transition of possibilities and uncertainties, mysteries and sympathies. It ended naturally.
Rising stars climb, they capture, and dissolve. Setting sun weights. An estimation or a trial, the two come and go, it is always in sorrow. This is reincarnation.
Seeing the fortune, idea bounces from the religious labyrinth. When milk shakes, it takes, it takes the rhythm of the waving lake, the string for the theme.
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I always have a perception that the debut is better, and so I had an impression of a better script in Before Sunrise than that of Before Sunset, I am half right. The idea of a long shooting conversation and a simple interpretation of true sensation of love and romance lift the first episode a faithful work. Without much polishing, the film is direct and elegant. The unique filming integration produced a classic work.
Out of expectation, Before Sunset followed the magic of the conversational story-telling script, and the nice design of dialogue created an unbelievable resonance to its part 1 of the story. In the two rendezvous in Vienna and Paris, the two characters discussed about love, life, divorce, fate, religion, creativity, culture, politics, environment, memory etc. The words are intelligent. It compared the process and the result, it explained the passion and the deluded behaviour. Coincidently it distinguished the state of loneliness and solitude. These are just the two sentiments I was told in recent conversations. In an individual world, solitude is a symbol of the calm questioning of the self existence. Loneliness, though, put on its shade in cosmopolitan like the cities of people and dynamism. Walking inside the crowd can usually derive a lonely mood, a lack of sense of entitlement, perhaps.
Celine mentioned about her partner as a battlefield reporter, and ironically, we heard of again the name of the photography journalist, Joe Rosenthal, in the week, who had his life an end and left behind his most acclaimed photographic work known as Raising the Flag on Iwo Jima taken during WWII.
Life may be a battle game, and all the coincidences and probabilities are simply accompanied by the natural rise and fall of the sun...
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