When I was in college, the sixth floor of the library was a "video hall", and one seat per person was basically the same as that of an Internet cafe. There were many movie discs that I didn't know whether they were genuine or pirated. For two dollars a movie, one computer could be plugged in. Two earphones.
When I first went to college, I didn't have a computer, and I didn't go to Internet cafes. I often went there to watch movies, which was a small paradise. The disadvantage is that watching movies is not very private. It is said that it is similar to the pattern of Internet cafes. There are often people who do not spend money to watch the whole movie behind others - anyway, there are subtitles. I remember watching "Dancer in the Darkness" there, crying with snot and tears, and it was a little embarrassing to leave my seat after the end.
At the time I didn't know who David Lynch was. I've been a fan of Nicolas Cage ever since I watched "Brave to the Dead Island". So, one day I went to see a movie with my roommate. I knew that Cage had acted in a movie called "My Heart is Wild". I haven't seen it yet. I was very lucky to find this disc there. I said, I have been I want to see this movie, it's very nice, I'll treat it to you.
Then the movie started. Now my memory is a bit blurry, I only remember some elements of leopard print, and the other is that Cage and the heroine have endless sex, the heroine has been calling Cage's "little baby" or something, and it started at home. The bed, and then it seems to be on the road in a car. In fact, the movie only lasted ten minutes at this time, right? Because I don't seem to see any plot development yet.
At this point, my roommate couldn't hold it in anymore, and neither of us dared to look back to see if there was a row of spectators standing in the back, she just kept saying, oops, this. . . After repeating it several times, I finally proposed, why don't we just watch it. I said yes, so I retreated, bowed my head and returned to my aunt and fled. I haven't seen the movie since then, probably hurting for my two bucks.
(Interlude is, and then I went with another roommate again. I picked "American Pie" and forgot a few. It was not long after it started. The reason is that the girlfriend started to climb under the table to bj to the male protagonist. The roommate said that it doesn't look good, let's go, I said yes. By the way, I remembered that two people looked like three dollars, so I wasted another three dollars.)
This Just my failure to watch a movie with the wrong people in the wrong place.
Watching a movie is an intimate journey. In the dark theater, there is only oneself and the screen, no other.
It may also be the reason why there are few friends. Later, more people went to the movies alone. Of course, it is good to have friends. Anyway, you can't pay attention when watching the movie. The incoherent and cordial communication after the screening is also a kind of enjoyment.
David Lynch's film language is so sexy. If earlier we just saw the scene of making love on the computer in the library and our face was red with shame because of the consideration of other people's eyes, then now I am very fortunate to have a 10-meter-wide screen in front of my eyes, and I was caught in the dark. The psychedelic music and enchanting shots made me want to swallow. But still sorry. At this time, I realized that I was not alone here, and I was worried about whether the stranger next to me would hear the sound of my swallowing saliva. so sad. Sometimes this kind of scene takes so long that I always feel that there is a mouthful of saliva stuck in my throat and I can't breathe and I will suffocate immediately.
Later, I looked through it carefully and found that these women are not usually so gorgeous, and of course they are beautiful, but it seems that they only become so charming when they appear under his lens. Sexier outerwear. The sequence of the story, dreams and reality, Freud's psychoanalysis are not particularly clear? It doesn't matter, such an audio-visual feast is enough.
Ah, a lot of nonsense I don't want to write anymore. Good night.
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