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μ΄ μ§λ μ§κΈμλ κ·Έ κ°μ μ μμμ΄ μ λ§μμμ μ¬μ ν λ¨μ μμλ€λ μ¬μ€μ΄ λλκΈ°λ νκ³ , ννΈμΌλ‘λ μμΈν κ²½νμ΄μμ΅λλ€. The Lover; L’Amant (1992) Director: Jean-Jacques Annaud This is an emotional and profoundly sentimental film. I did not expect to relive the exact emotions I felt when I first watched it 19 years ago. However, the emotions from that time resonated even more deeply this time around. Back then, I was deeply fond of the delicate and innocent Jane March, and instead of feeling childish jealousy toward Tony Leung Ka-fai, I projected myself onto him, entrusting him with the painful love he portrayed. The surprising yet bittersweet realization was that even after 19 years, the lingering traces of those emotions still remained within me.