Sonja Stuart

Dashawn 2022-03-25 09:01:21

Everyone's life begins with noise, then ends in peace, once experienced dazzling luxury and joy, and in the end, it's just dust to dust.

Joe is such a musical director who was unrestrained when he was young. He smoked, drank, was passionate and romantic, owed a lot of romantic debts, and his health...

Daphney 2022-01-29 08:08:19

It's been half a month since I watched this movie, and my feelings finally came together into one sentence - this is Hollywood's love letter to Broadway, it's sincere, full of tobacco, alcohol and blood.

Because of Takarazuka, my feelings about All That Jazz are familiar, complicated and conflicted....

Brown 2022-01-29 08:08:19

4.5; "Your body is just time, time that goes on and on. You are nothing but every lonely moment." Burning yourself to pieces, to resist the nothingness of life, the pursuit of death; death is the only reality and the best The end of the film, the dream of being drunk can not match the fear of mediocrity; the inner theater with a large number of streams of consciousness is set up very pioneering, and singing and dancing have become the best way to express inner drama and emotions.

Amelie 2022-03-26 09:01:13

As I was dying, denial, anger, negotiation, despair, acceptance, questioning God, spit on myself, and decided I would not repent. When the bells of the kingdom of heaven rang, geniuses dreamed of mortal bodies replacing gods, hearts wrapped in clown masks were overwhelmed, and self-destructing holes created ruined planets. The mediocre ending at the end of his life is used as fuel to overdraft the artistic life of indulgent burning. The scalpel cuts the chest cavity and sneaks into the ocean of consciousness that no one has set foot in, and takes out a piece of paper to make a heartfelt confession. The near-death experience is transformed into a dream-like song and dance with jumping and flickering staggered clips, floating and flowing like a revolving lantern of nothingness behind him. The hallucination space of reminiscence and the real business enjoyment are opened up into a confession room and echo room for soul confession. Time and space, media, and reality are integrated into one. The radio neon converges on the countdown clockwork of the exciting drum repeat. The dazzling and blurred fantasy performance is the fate of life and death. farewell in advance. The audio-visual form and effect of the advanced pioneers are born for the stage. The prodigal son who belongs to the stage will turn into a corpse that ends in ecstasy in his hometown. I directed my death and the show goes on.