平原 At17:00everyday,平原Andrew,他一次比一次撞的很多amiddle-agedman,driveshomefromworkthroughMelbourne’soutersuburbsinpeak-hourtraffic.Occasionally,heoffersalifthometoayoungercolleague,David.Overayear,theirtentativesmalltalkgiveswaytoawarmfriendshipandopenconversationwithintheconfinesofthevehicle,incrementallyrevealingtheirlives.Onemaywonderwhatathree-hourfilm,setalmostentirelyinacarandshotwithafixedcamerafromtheback,candeliver?Theanswerisanunexpectedlyengagingandentertainingobservationoftherhythmsofdailylife,andacatalogueofsuburbanworries.Insensorialterms,ThePlainschartsthepassageoftimeastheseasonschange.Thepitter-patterofrainandthefamiliarcocoonofthecarprovideasenseofcomfortandsafetyfromtheoutsideelements.Thecaristheliminalspacebetweenworkandhome,asthedayispondered,thenightplanned.Documentaryelementsexistbeyondthewindscreen,asafictioncoursesthroughthevehicle.ThePlainsisaroadmovieunlikeanythingyouhaveseenbefore.一旁的小翠看着她刹那间变得阴险可怖的神情,哆哆嗦嗦的提醒“王……王妃,王爷智计过人,何况尊卑有别,只怕……只怕是不可……”“既然爹爹与娘,还有哥哥弟弟们从未将月兮当成亲人,当初又何必将女儿抱回柳家来!”林翦瞳挽起林家树的臂弯说“可能吧。爸爸,我们一起下去。夏朗,你先下去,我还有话要和爸爸说。”等她出去时,卧室里的灯已经关掉了,只留床头柜的一盏小灯,灯光暖黄。
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