In the Mood for Love 4K 2000 CHINESE Ultra HD 2160p

Story Movie

Hong Kong, 1962. Soo and Chou rent adjoining rooms in the same apartment. Their spouses are away all the time. One day, Cho recognizes Su's handbag, given to her by her husband - his wife has the same. And Su recognizes Chow's tie, given to him by his wife - her husband has the same one. Both understand that their spouses are cheating on them with each other.

Review 4K Movie

Imperceptibly penetrating alluring aroma of love. Subtle, barely perceptible sadness of the soul. Shy glances through half-raised eyes. Restrained, compressed in the depths of the heart emotions. Slow, graceful movements. Hidden and at the same time spilling out feelings. Secret physical attraction. Endless sadness. The grace and beauty of an all-consuming passion. The atmosphere of claustrophobic desire. A whole universe of feelings. All this gradually immerses us in a mood of love.

Have you ever had such a loving mood, from which you felt a gentle touch of love on yourself? .. Warm air, enveloped in a whisper of feelings? Have you been spoken words that exactly conveyed all the emotions when they were not uttered in full? Were you loved ... silently? Has it ever happened that secret desires did not leave you? Have you been kissed with a glance without touching your lips? Has it ever happened to you that passion didn't have enough air to breathe? And so that, despite all this, sorrow reigns in one closed dark corner of the soul? Admit it, this mood is so personal and intimate that you want to keep it tightly within yourself and not share it with anyone. And keep it as long as possible, mentally touching with the tip of your finger all those feelings and emotions with which it is saturated.

Love ... A feeling that never seems to hurt, but we all know it isn't. Every feeling has two sides - light and dark. Love, for all its lordship, contains in its depth a small note of sadness that never leaves it. After all, no matter how much joy she has caused, in an instant she can make it so that all those wonderful feelings that she once gave will be covered with a web of sadness. And this sadness, like love itself, will remain all life in a small corner of the human heart, closed with an iron lock. But despite the pain, faith remains. A drop of hope for the birth of a new feeling, for a "little ray of light", although from time to time this iron lock of the heart will open and remind of those long-forgotten memories.

"Neon" Hong Kong. Gleaming yellow dots in the distance. Barely noticeable light of lanterns that illuminate the city at night. Dark silent streets, walking along which you hear the sound of your own footsteps. And the spoken words not only immediately dissolve in the heavy air, they return to the speaker and are repeated several times, as if flying in the air - so that everyone who passes by can hear them. And because of this, you involuntarily begin to speak in a whisper, so as not to destroy this extraordinary tranquility of the city.

And this rain ... Strong as a waterfall, continuous rain. Noisy strikes of fast raindrops on the asphalt. Dirty water slides slowly along the small streets. The city dissolves into black water.

A large deserted building. An empty endless corridor. Long and huge open windows, behind which you can hear the sound of rain. Bright red curtains that whirl in their dance from the soft touch of the wind.

White round clock on the wall, which hides precious and endless time. Arrows that move at such a speed that it is impossible to catch up with them. Days that fly by and each time take away a particle of our life.

A man sitting at a desk with hundreds of papers scattered about. He is immersed in his thoughts and problems. The transparent smoke of a half-smoked cigarette, which gradually and slowly disappears into the air, leaving behind only a pungent smell of tobacco.

A woman in a languid dress made of Chinese silk with a fashionable black handbag in her hand stands in the continuous rain, as if she does not feel it. Her bottomless black sad eyes look into the distance. She's all in thought.

Silence.

They live in apartments next door. His wife is rarely at home. Her husband is on a business trip all the time. Their spouses cheat on them with each other. But we will never see her husband or his wife. The main thing is he and she. They are at a loss. Trying to imagine how this could happen, they become shadows of someone else's novel, a reflection of someone else's absence. And what can they do? Revenge? Or maybe just enjoy the silence of boundless feelings, gradually plunging into the mood of love they have created? Yes, over time, this situation brings them together so much that the rest of the world is blurred, painting in soft tones of this beautiful and even a little sad love mood. And after that, except for the two of them, no one else exists in this life.

Every look, every gesture, every movement seems to fill the atmosphere with the aroma of the finest erotic emotions. With every minute their life begins to flow out with a drop of secret desire. The air is filled with feelings from the mood of love. And the mysteriousness creates a certain poignancy. They creep along their imperceptible senses, glide in ethereal shadows, painfully feeling for nodules of emotions, the stronger the more hidden. The very process of experiencing feelings with bated breath and an almost frozen heart is more important here than an instant outburst of emotions. And it feels like time stops. And I want it to last as long as possible, so that it is possible to enjoy all this beauty of feelings, without missing a single moment and breathing in every breath of air created by the atmosphere.

What happened between a man and a woman who met by chance? A riddle that you really want to solve. A secret that longs to be revealed with great impatience in the soul. After all, the heroes themselves said that they did not want to be like everyone else.