People say that a good movie is about empathy. I agree.
Here I am, naked in my apartment, properly buzzed by a bottle never empty white zinfandell, wondering how am I similar as Frances. The situation seems obvious: my ever-roommate away with her boyfriend, my lover away, I live by myself in the old apartment, not doing much of good career wise, trying to make sense of my life.
And yet we are so different. I am calmer about my lonesome. Or should I say, crazy and random just in a different way.
She pretend to be independent and chill when asked about her dance career. She repeatly and diffidently mention Sophie to people she barely know, as if she never lost her. She decided to go to Paris just because other people mentioned about traveling and vacation as something worth trying.
She missed Sophies party in Paris, and Abbie when she went back. That deep loneliness sketched by tunnel light came through taxi window on her face striked me. Just want someone, to talk, to play, to share.
我相当能理解sophie找到男友要搬走时frances的心情。不是说我觉得被谁抛弃了，只是那种‘为什么这个世界是这么运作的？’的疑惑。就像是secret diary of a call girl里面 belle看见bambi date了客户然后嫁人的感受。那是一种对这个宇宙运转规则的不可接受的感觉。或者说，需要时间接受。
女人的友谊是很神奇的东西。我认为女人之间的友谊是靠不住的。主要是因为姑娘们心眼都多，都觉得自己脑内的世界是三观最正确的，不像男人们，本来这种问题就很少谈。
影片的最后frances终于接受了舞团的day job， 并且成功了编排了自己的舞剧。一瞬间她就get herself together了， 原因应该是sophie和patch吵架回来找她， 让她觉得第一自己没被抛弃还是拥有sophie这个朋友的，第二也看清了这世界还是要靠自己。
我跟麦同学说这是一个神经病的脑内混乱的姑娘终于找到自我并且实现自我的故事。其实看过去她最后找到自我找到的实在是轻松加愉快，她本来已经知道‘自我’在哪里，只是没做出那一步而已。其实我还应该羡慕她呢。
最为同样神经病而且脑内混乱的孤独的姑娘，我要做的还有许多。说实话，我总是羡慕别人的生活：我自己坐拥一个大公寓，但是我羡慕他们纽约的文艺青年三个人share一个公寓并且相处的特别姿态的生活。我虽然钱不多，但是总能pay自己的rent，and yet他们自由的生活，朋友们和party看起来那么吸引人。
I need to put my shit together.虽然我的shit没frances那么表面化， 但是我知道还是挺多的。
如果有人看到这一片日志加影评--上半段的英文是因为我看见老板同学的统计blog是拿英文写的还写得很好，我很嫉妒，我觉得我英文写不好，很伤心，就随便扯了一段。我感觉我口语比写作好很多。。一写作就词穷，没那个换同义词的本事。
5555你看我的shit还是不together。
可能自己喝多了。。。
