A man and a woman argue while they change their clothing (both are in underwear). There is a brief male striptease and implied sex.
The woman in the movie go to a gay bar for men. There are lots of men wearing little or no clothing.
One woman meets a man, he takes a shower at her rental cottage, the audience sees him naked from the rear. The woman and the man have one night stand.
A woman strips (with underwear) and then goes to bed.


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


When there is you, it is happy to get up early. Bleary eyed, bend over and kiss your forehead, then pull up your apron and cook for you. The eggs should be medium cooked, the yolk must be liquid, the sandwich should be baked with French stick bread, and the cheese should not be too greasy. The milk should be thick and steaming.

When there is you, eating is happy. Don’t like carrots and leeks can always be unscrupulously thrown into your bowl, with rice grains hanging around your mouth laughing at you, listen to you gently call me silly girl. Look at you quietly drinking my soup, deliberately waiting for me to eat the last mouthful of rice before putting down my chopsticks and saying, wife, wash the dishes after the last meal.

When I have you, shopping is happy. You said every dress I tried looked good, and you said you liked every gift I bought for you. I always habitually buy sweetcones for my baby and improve my heels. Occasionally, you are willing to carry a chubby me on the street and keep saying that you should eat more for your wife.

When there is you, work is happy. The suit and tie ironed for you will always be favored by female colleagues. Pick me up from work at 6 o’clock every day. No matter how busy, tired and cloudy, it will always be sunny when I see you. Take a break, hide in the office and force you to say loudly that I love you. You are in a dilemma like a child. Even if you say stop making trouble, I don’t feel wronged at all.

When there is you, sleeping is happy. When you are tired, you will fall asleep halfway through the movie. You always cover the quilt carefully for me. The next day, you tell me how wonderful the later story is. In fact, you turned off the TV early for fear of waking me up. Sometimes when you have nightmares in the middle of the night, you will hold and say baby, don’t be afraid, there is me, and then I can really sleep until dawn.

When I have you, it’s happy to drive for you and sing for you. It’s happy when you go home, it’s happy to take a dog for a walk, it’s happy to change water for goldfish, it’s happy to help neighbors take children, and it’s even happy to buy vegetables, mop the floor, change light bulbs and take out the garbage.

Dear, you know I don’t want much. A glass of water, a piece of bread and a sentence I love you; If you are more extravagant, I hope: you poured the water yourself, cut the bread yourself, and I love you as you told me

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Why suddenly one day, eating, sleeping, going to work, shopping, feeding dogs and raising goldfish, these small things that are usually full of happiness, become less happy. I’m always flustered, afraid and need a sense of security, and all this instability and caution is just because you’re gone.

You can’t get up early any more. Wake up naturally every day and go to work alone with your favorite sandwich; Always silent when eating. Carrots and leeks that you don’t love can only be poured into the trash can; I don’t wear high heels when I go shopping. When I’m tired, I sit on the roadside and look at the lovers snuggle up; Going to and from work has become a mechanical repetition. I dare not forget to bring my home key. Sitting in the corridor alone, I miss you and think of the taste of crying. I really don’t want to taste it again; I wear thick pajamas when I sleep. I’m afraid I’ll catch a cold. If I have a nightmare, I just turn on the light and sleep. If I can’t sleep, I’ll send a lot of messages to the most familiar numbers. I miss you. Come back.

Yes, I miss you. Come back.

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Remember the poem you once read, the last words of an old woman, written to her husband who went to Vietnam to fight

Remember that day / I borrowed your new car / I dented it / I thought you would be angry / but you didn’t / remember that day / I vomited apple pie all over your new car / I thought you would scold me / but you didn’t / remember that day / I had to go to the beach / you said it would rain, I didn’t listen, and it really rained / I thought you would say I reminded you / but You didn’t / remember that day / there was a dance / I deliberately didn’t tell you to wear a dress. As a result, you only showed up in jeans / I thought you would be disappointed with me / but you didn’t / yes / there were many things you didn’t do / and you tolerated me, loved me and protected me / I waited for you to come back from Vietnam / but you didn’t

Honey, so many times, I thought you would come back, but you didn’t.

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