Teenagers are born revolutionaries. Secretly passing photos of girls in class, stealing money from parents, forging sick leave papers, stealing movie stills, stealing milk, playing truant, stealing typewriters to pawn, stealing from training centers, or even just stealing bread before the formal meal, all became resistance s method. Maybe you would say that this is just stealing like an ant, but the child who keeps making small treacherous children is like a strong weed. No matter how you trample it, you can raise your head and cause headaches for adults. extremely. It's like when we were young, we especially liked to mess around in school, steal food in class, peek at magazines, lie down on the table and slept openly, owe homework, and cheated on dictation tests. There is no reason at all. All we pursue is to challenge authority. The excitement, whoever rebels enough is a hero. This is what others call the rebellious period. I think every normal person needs such a period, although the moment it comes varies from person to person; this is because most people, as they get older, will always slowly Behaved, those who are back on track, those who have the insight, courage, and determination to resist the society and the system are ultimately a minority, but if there is no memory of resisting in a lifetime, it would be too sad. And who knows, maybe after becoming a normal adult, one day, because of some kind of opportunity, the face of the domineering young man in the memory will wake up the rebellious soul that has been imprisoned for a long time and rise up to resist.
This is the third time I have watched this film. It was about seventeen or eighteen when I first saw Du Lufu. The reason why I first saw it was actually just pretending to be art. But there is nothing wrong with this. If I didn't have this pretentious mentality that day, or I would have missed Dulufu and 400 hits. Moreover, this desire to pretend to be art is actually an extension of the rebellious psychology. At the threshold of becoming an adult, I have many inexplicable entanglements in my heart, but in the final analysis, it is the pain, struggle and confusion that I have born to define myself. At that time, I was eager to put aside the entanglement between myself and the fast-food culture and clearly distinguish myself from those vulgar beings, so I started watching old movies.
It was really a difficult time. There is an idiom in Chinese called neither humble nor humble. At that time, I could say that it was both humble and humble. I think this temporary psychological imbalance is probably a kind of trial that ordinary people must go through before they enter the adult stage. In fact, there is not much special. However, even after the self is established bit by bit, the desire to stand above others and be proud of peers will not easily disappear. Humans are born to love comparison and love better than others. This is also the result of countless animals in the world. Primitive habits. Animals in ethnic groups always compete for the qualifications to be leaders, sometimes even at the cost of exile or death. There are so many things that human beings can compare. They can be compared with their beauty, their figure, their wealth, their fame, their status, their taste and their talents. To a certain extent, niche culture also has this effect. Although the psychology of comparison and showing off is a kind of animal nature, and sometimes it can spur us to make progress, but people also have many bad qualities derived from this, the most fundamental such as jealousy and greed, can be said to be the source of many evils. Even if we put aside the extremes, this kind of psychology will cause us to blindly pursue many things that are meaningless to us; for example, if it weren’t for competing with the Mandy next door, or even the large group of women on the street, why should I overdraw my credit card? Do you have to buy that LV bag?
It seems to be a long way off. What I want to say is that if you don't carefully control this kind of psychology, you will eventually lose yourself and become a slave to the eyes of others. However, even if you start with creation, you can turn literary activities into something honest and your own. The key is to focus on the fun and inspiration you get in the process instead of telling others what you get. Comparison or more or less will always exist, but showing off can be quit. Using movies or books as a tool to squash others and elevate oneself can only be said to be a failure of these beautiful things.
Why do you say this? Because I analyzed it myself. When I started playing the movie, I was paying attention to the details of the movie. I wanted to write an analysis after watching it. Maybe others are different, but as far as I am concerned. It is impossible to watch a movie with such a mood. Fortunately, watching this movie doesn't require much analysis at all. This is not to say that it cannot withstand analysis and interpretation. The Oedipus/Hembrother complex, the criticism of social systems such as the family and school, the sexual awakening of young people, the oppression of the patriarchal society...it can easily be used to make articles. It's all about it, but I think it's definitely more interesting to watch without these (to a certain extent used to show off wisdom), and maybe it's more interesting. After all, to say that it is a critique or analysis of xxxx is to say that it is too heavy and indifferent, as if to denigrate it. After watching the first two times, the lingering rhyme left in my mind is sad and desolate, but this time I watched it again, but I was surprised at its lightness. The movie focused on a group of rebellious boys headed by the protagonist. The walking posture of the briefcase seems to be half an adult. The protagonist also planned with his friends how to make a living on his own. He put it bluntly, he was clearly a premature boy; but when he turned around, he pretended to be a ghost in class, naive. His behavior is laughable again. The protagonist's life experience is not blindly miserable, he and his stepfather and mother also have episodes of laughing together.
Four hundred blows, that is, a series of blows to the protagonist. First, he was unfairly punished by the teacher and always yelled at by his mother. Then he saw his mother kissing the man on the street. He heard the parents arguing that night. If he couldn't stand it, he simply sent him to an orphanage. The next day he went to school, he lied that his mother was dead and was exposed and slapped his stepfather in public. Then he scolded his father for "enjoying" Balzac at home and causing the fire. Refers to plagiarism, ran away from home for fear of being sent to a military school by his father, stealing his father’s typewriter in order to live a new life, and was ultimately imprisoned in a training center. What’s interesting is that the protagonist who endured this series of blows never collapsed from start to finish, but the adult who punished him in Hysteri. You can’t even say that he was silently suffering. When things happened, he would be afraid and sad, but he would wake up. Come here again as okay. This is because he is oppressed from beginning to end, but in the end he is free. The teenager who was captured after escaping in the training center is the "clone" of the protagonist. Other teenagers said that he had said he would be arrested and escaped. Answer: "I don't care. These five days are fun anyway." That is, there is no big purpose at all, "I resist, so I exist." The protagonist has never had a head-to-head confrontation with an adult, nor even has any plan. His most powerful resistance is just living in his own world. You keep regulating and I keep running away, just to see who gets tired first.
The film is actually very mediocre, especially if you don’t understand what the new wave is, then there will be no special attention in the narrative structure and even the shooting techniques, but it has the power to move people’s hearts, and it is even purely pretending back then. Forcing me, even if I can't tell why, I still like this film. I think this style of not showing off and not stacking up is the most attractive part of this film. In his earliest feature film, what he wants to express is not dramatic and intense emotions, but something closer to life. Therefore, the emotions in the film are light and heavy, there is light joy between depression, and freedom is expressed through repression. In this way, the contradictions and ambiguities of reality are also described lightly but accurately.
View more about The 400 Blows reviews
