Weill portrays a single, green girl's helpless loneliness in a big city (it's always NYC) with such authenticity and delicacy; Susan's not selfish but only scared, of being WITH someone and making up her own calls. And that's not only the struggle of being single but also being a single woman during the 1970s after the 2nd-wave feminism movement. Yet it remains pertinent now more than ever: How hard is it to be in the counterculture when mainstream prevails? How would marriage do to friendships? What's it like to maintain the female perspective? Frances Ha's answer pales like a superficial YA novel in front of this one.
真正的唯美主义无限伤感的音乐和少女的夏天当比利提斯回到学校的房间好像一生的欢愉都变成过往像《日本精品极品视频18》一样这是生与死的诀别her every word is a wound to me , her love is a torture to me ,strangers passing hear my crying, Alas, how can I call on my own beloved?