I miss Paris Métro. I miss our futile attempts to read the Métro map. I miss Parisians' effortlessly chic outfits and modernistic ads that oddly harmonize with dim, historic stations. I miss taking photos of approaching trains. I miss the feel of déjà vu in old, metallic trains. I miss the amicable chuckles as we mispronounced the stations. I miss the days when my biggest troubles were figuring out where, when and what to explore at Paris. I miss myself.
C / 开头还蛮喜欢的但看完全程最直接的印象就是:感觉不到人物的存在一方面人物的选择几乎没有感知上的情境建立大多依托于直截了当的文本拼接因而大多数人物只在某些特定时刻有较强的心理动势缺乏连续性另一方面是对人物行动的刻画有些粗线条琐碎的冗余太多有“行动”但感觉不到锋利而细腻的微观动作强度脑海中挥之不去的反而是惊鸿一瞥的“身影”刻画在明暗的对比中倏忽来去那些时刻阿兰·德龙仿佛才成为了真正的城市幽魂不知道布列松或者刁亦男来拍会不会更好一点