One scene contains nude men being photographed in a locker room (full frontal nudity, though not sexualized), and some photos including a penis close-up are seen later in the film.
Clélia and Clève kiss and remove some clothes, it’s implied they have sex. Scene cuts to them on couch partially clothed and partially blocked by furniture. He gets dressed and is shown to be naked but no nudity is shown. Her breasts are very briefly shown as she gets dressed.
Clélia has sex in a locker room with a hockey player. He’s fully nude behind her. She’s wearing a shirt. No nudity is shown (although it appears to show her full frontal, I’m pretty sure it’s just shadows).
Clélia removes her shirt to go to bed and as she does it can very briefly be seen she’s naked. No nudity is shown.
Clélia removes her panties while wearing a very long dress and asks Clève to give her a baby. She removes his shirt and gives him a handjob. They have sex and the top of his butt is briefly visible.
A girl is shown from a distance dancing topless in a window.
A woman is shown giving a man a blowjob in a public place. Both appear fully clothed.


Film review:Translated by www.rabudo-ru.com


I have no preference for Sophie Marceau, and I don’t have much impression of the films I’ve seen.

Perhaps her beauty is blocked and unconscious to me.

Fidelity is also translated into erotic portraits.

The opening picture shows a slow train on the railway. Such a start, of course, will not refuse.

Wine, dimming the lights, will arrive in Paris.

Mother’s old lover = daughter’s boss.

The woman in the hat took out his young and handsome photos, mentioned the principles and honors he adhered to after marriage, and hummed a song with an elegant attitude.

The daughter in a big black shirt suddenly remembered something and raised the small camera. Under the flash was the mother’s face immersed in memories.

The daughter said, “Oh, I’ve never loved or met. It doesn’t seem to matter.”

Mother said, “it doesn’t matter whether you love or not. I haven’t loved my father, but I feel very happy when we get married and have you.”

Sophie Marceau’s Clarie is a new photographer. Out of the first album, the theme is “Absence”, empty streets, invisible characters.

The host of the interview program asked her why she was so cold and impersonal.

She insisted that it was only objective.

“I haven’t experienced misfortune. It doesn’t mean I’m happy. It’s just calm.”

In the streets of Paris, she kept photographing the fragments and the window of the florist.

The white bouquet that seems to be used for funeral is explained by the man as being used for engagement.

This man, cliff, a publisher of a declining aristocratic family, scratched his head, thin, incoherent and full of desire in his eyes.

She smiled and went to his house after a few words. Make love on the sofa. After that, don’t forget to praise his tenderness. After that, you are very charming. But also quickly got into a black suit and said goodbye.

Between, she patted the hockey player. Chasing their figures on the court, running back and forth and shaking the camera. In the practice room, they were photographed singing in circles with their naked bodies. The flesh of their faces could not be seen under the camera. Having sex with a player, without kissing, against the wall, with his back to him.

With the rhythm of tap dance, the figure flashed faintly on the glass window, like a bird flying.

Fancy dinners, vulgar jokes, business marriages.

Publisher cliff met her again, incoherent again.

He said: my father told me to be honest. I mean, I love you.

“Yes, I love her.” Trembling with laughter, he explained to his fiancee next to him.

His father died suddenly during the dinner. He said to her powerlessly: don’t leave me.

I know I love you and thank you for nothing.

Cliff’s desire and her mother’s illness also made her at a loss.

They get together and play like children before going to bed. He fell asleep and she was still reading softly with the light on.

With the blessing of their mother, they will get married.

Then she met another man. Under the desk in the office. Monet, known as a rogue photographer.

He came out and said: I saw your interview on TV. I didn’t have time to talk to you at that time.

I haven’t slept for ten days and smoke a lot. I saw your photo album in the subway and thought it was shit. Everything is shit. I want to sleep with you.

Then he handed her the lit cigarette.

She smiled and photographed his hand and smile at that moment.

“I’m hungry. Let’s go.” Monet called her.

She went out with him. She couldn’t help but follow him.

He threw away the bad hamburger, took her to the roadside restaurant and ordered sandwich, pizza and assorted food

Pop the ash in the center of her right hand and perform a magic trick. See the wedding ring at her fingertips.

“Someone is waiting for me to go home.” she turned and left.

He chased out, and she smiled and shook her head. He was photographed saying goodbye in a circle.

Wedding scene, outside the church, all kinds of malicious cynicism, jealousy and prejudice.

Monet photographed her expression from a distance. Hesitation, contradiction, uneasiness.

Colleagues in the studio saw through it and said to the bridegroom: you don’t have her completely.

Monet went to her and tocelli’s mother gave her the picture.

Looking at her daughter’s expression on the camera, the old woman struggled to get up from bed,

I turned to my daughter’s desk and took a picture of the man.

Know that some things have happened irreparably.

In front of her mother’s eyes, her husband danced tap dance, stretched out his hand to her and looked at her piteously.

“Honey, please forgive me again.” She shed tears.

She was not happy during her honeymoon trip. I don’t know what went wrong. Physical and mental differences.

But I really don’t know. Or don’t want to admit what’s already clear.

Hurried back to his dying mother. The last thing I heard was:

“You are on the edge of the abyss, turn back quickly. Leave me and I will be alone with the Lord.”

I think Clarie knows what her mother finally wants to convey to herself.

But Monet still appeared around her married life.

Facing him, she was helpless and uneasy. She ran frantically to her husband, wanted him and needed a child.

Monet was not far away and photographed everything about her.

This is also part of the work. Competition for interests, privacy.

This marriage, because of the emergence of this man. Already in jeopardy.

Although she told her husband she was not sure.

She cried for love and mercy.

“Want and energy are different.” The husband said to her.

“I didn’t do anything.” She said, crying wronged.

“I’m your wife, but I don’t know what happened.”

The strong uneasiness was only temporarily subsided under the caress of her husband.

“There is someone else in your heart. Who is he?” Cliff finally couldn’t help going crazy.

“It doesn’t matter who it is.” She is indifferent.

“Are you running away?”

“I’m resisting.”

“Use to escape resistance?”

“No, because I’m your wife.”

She still entered Monet’s life. Motorcycles, organ transplants, dark and violent neighborhoods.

He took her to his door.

“You still won’t?” –

“I can’t.”

“Why?” –

“I can’t resist you.”

“So” -

“So it’s not enough for you.”

He shed a line of tears. Like a child, begged to at least leave her scarf.

When she got home, she said to her suspicious husband:

“You know, I’ll never betray you. I’ve never lied to you.

It can’t be said that there is no heartbeat. I’m in pain, too. But it doesn’t matter. ”

The husband’s brother, a bishop, eloped with his married wife and her children.

The media swarmed in. He protected the women around him in the crowd and said, “don’t do this.”

“Isn’t it enough for you to have God with you?” In the face of doubt,

He trembled, with guilt, contradiction, and joy:

“A man has the right to pursue happiness. In any case, even if he finds out too late.

Love always surprises people when they are least careful.

But if you don’t grasp it, you won’t know love. Divine love.

God is not somewhere. And in our hearts.

No, it should be said that God is us, just as we are God. ”

Clarie in front of the screen, tears streaming down her face.

An assassination may also have originated from commercial conflagration.

Clarie’s boss is dead. The third funeral in the film.

The husband said to her, “the only thing I can’t forgive you is that you broke the illusion.”

The designed scandal, his wife and he are the protagonists.

In the company hall, under the magnesium light of the media, the two men looked at each other silently.

Cliff finally fell down the stairs because of a family genetic spasm.

In the ambulance, Clarie cried:

“Why don’t you believe me? Why do you always think everything is dirty,

It’s all about lies and sex. I never betrayed you. “-

Cliff sobbed, “you’ve done it. But without you, I wouldn’t have loved.”

Clarie could only cry and collapse: “I wanted to betray you, but I couldn’t.”

“You will miss me. Even if you die, you will become sweet.” Then he breathed out.

Death again. She wept and fell on the ground, and blood was left between her strands.

The colleague who said at the wedding, “she’s unhappy, and you don’t want to have her completely” asked her:

“Do you know that someone will die of love?”?…

You will be with… Together?

You are free. ”

She just replied quietly: No.

Monet in the corner sobbed, held up the camera, and finally didn’t press the shutter.

At the funeral, her husband’s brother looked at her quietly. She said: I will.

Just like at the wedding, she promised “I will”.

Then, turn around.

Left the man she loved but told herself she couldn’t love. Leave Paris.

They gave each other a photo album. It’s like the same work. The same soul inside.

Clary is on the other side of the sea, a monastery in the secluded mountains.

Cut short hair, gray.

She stands on a tripod and doesn’t shoot at random anytime and anywhere like Paris.

But wait quietly, the moment when the dew drops from the huge plant leaf tips in the morning.

The nuns worked, danced gently, and dressed vegetarian.

Pray before dinner, and then sing a song to share happily.

She saw a film about her on TV here. Days in Paris.

The colleague edited and directed the film. She smiled with tears in her eyes.

He went out and hung his wedding ring with his husband on a branch. He turned and saw cliff in a black dress.

“Forgive me. Forgive me.” She said.

The husband smiled and staggered with her, walked to the branch and took off the ring.

She smiled, walked back, leaned against the courtyard wall and cried. Finally calm.

The sound of a locomotive running on the mountain road.

I want to say that Sophie Marceau in this last scene is very beautiful.

Before meeting Monet, she said she had never loved anyone.

You can have sex with anyone you know or don’t know, anywhere.

Of course, sometimes I refuse.

Her existence tempts them. She is a passive and active choice at any time.

She refused Monet, but only physically.

Mutual attraction in the soul is the biggest betrayal of her marriage.

She loved Monet and refused him. All this has become a knot that her husband can’t get rid of.

But can you say she doesn’t love cliff.

After watching it three times, it’s still hard for me to understand her feelings for cliff.

What does the video theme loyalty mean? What is the meaning of those persistence and rejection?

Will dignity and pride eventually run counter to the nature of freedom and can only choose between two dilemmas?

French track, Chinese subtitles. I always feel that I still don’t understand many places.

But more things that can’t be understood probably don’t come from language, but from the shallowness of experience and thinking.

Only one thing is certain:

Forgiveness is really more far-reaching and longer than love.

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