But in my mind, folk songs are like that. Plain, ego, babble. The film's colors, shots, lines, all echoed. The odeon in covent garden is so cold, I don't know if it is because there are too few people watching this show, and I only have five people? But the temperature and the movie are simply made in heaven. He got out of the car in the snow and looked at the cat, and I literally felt like I was standing next to him, froze and unable to move, breathing in the cold wind.
Ah, speaking of cats. The tears shed after the opening five minutes really had nothing to do with the music. All because of cats. The cat lying on the window in the subway. A handful of reflections hit my heart.
There is no bridge to see the rainbow in the end. After singing affectionately, what I got was the sentence "I guess it won't be a big sale." At this time, it was as if I heard a voice saying [What, we will do that? ] simply blushes.
But the cat is back.
There are a few scenes with aftertaste, the girl sings, the head and the tail, the three cats, and the service station bathroom. That color, that time, that bathroom, that thing, that reaction, it's a scene that grew out of the movie itself.
Turns out it was a road movie. I really like the firmness and white space of the Coen brothers. Writing this suddenly reminded me of the strange bird record. Anyway, the cat is back.
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