perfect strangers

Rating: 7/10 (26 April 2009)

Watching this movie is really torturing. I don't mean the movie itself, but the feeling it brings to me. I see no love and no trust between the characters; I see only desire, revenge, and declaration of occupation--something that will absolutely distort the feeling of love. They name it love, but I don't think so. They think they are lovers, but I don't see that. They are perfect strangers, living in their own worlds, saying loving whisperings to benumb each other, to create a vision that they are in love. The fact is, they love merely themselves. They make use of one or the other of the opposite sex to satisfy their secret, untold and mean lust, seeking salvation in each other's arms. However, sometimes when they become too involved and concentrated, they unconsciously begin to declare their ownership of someone. They kind of believe that someone is meant for them, ignoring the truth that they can never be part of the world of a stranger. The results inevitably turn out to be a tragedy, with fights and distrusts, and broken hearts. But none of them cares about that. They only care about how to be the winner in the war of love, especially the two male characters.
I have been shown a pictorial illustration of human nature. The truest person of the four is no doubt Alice, as she is less hypocritical than the other three. At last she discovered that she loved no one, which has always been the truth for them all. None of them dare admit it except Alice. General speaking, this movie has brought me a weird sensation, but I really cannot deny its authenticity. People sometimes just act as the four in the film. Who dares to believe in love anymore?