This evening I watched a poor local film acted by Jacky Cheung and Tang Wei. It is poor because the director, who's also the script writer, fails to reflect her story idea effectively. It looks more like a TV drama than a proper film. There is reason for local film industry being so weak.
I often recall the French film Le Temps Qui Reste, which is about the final time of a man diagnosed with serious disease. I do not remember every part of the film, but what impressed me is that he spent his last moment at a beach facing the sunset - this is how the film ends as well. I still remember I once had a dream at one night, that I knew I was going to die and I was lying on a comfortable beach chair with a glass of fruit punch, facing the sun. In that scene, I was able to see how I was like as I was just watching at my back, but for some reason I knew that was me. That's why I found it kind of shocked when I was watching the last part of the film; and that is why I love the film a lot.
This is not the first time I wrote about this film. It only means I cannot forget my dream.
