Is 89 minutes enough to go from the rainy England to the sunny Cannes? This road film tells us: "enough." But the audience may hope that "not enough", and hope that Mr. Bean will never reach the end. "Mr. Bean's Vacation" is such a road movie. The journey is full of gags and nonsense, which makes people smile, but when it comes to the end, everything is boring and disappointing. When the author revisited this film for the fifth time, it has been 11 years since the film was released, but the simplicity and pureness of the film are still touching.
Iconically locking his signature yellow minicar with silver iron locks, Mr Bean once again appeared in front of the audience in his signature brown coat amid the storm. In 2007, 10 years after the release of "Mr. Bean's Catastrophe", the lonely patient Mr. Bean set off again. This time, the destination was not the United States, but South France.
Stupid people have stupid blessings. After winning the South France Travel Award and a Sony DV, Mr. Bean embarked on a journey to Cannes. I don't know if he intends to pay tribute to the French comedy master Louis de Fines. Mr. Bean's first stop came to Paris, where "Escape from the Tiger's Mouth" is needed. Efficiently high, Mr. Bean succeeded in creating a major car accident in Paris, and for him disaster was just a step away. In Paris, there is no need for a "flowing feast". Mr. Bean poured his "flowing feast" - oysters into a lady's bag at the next table, but also pity the lady's Nokia, it's fine, it can be replaced in two years iPhone4 Well. "Sooner or later you have to pay back." I wonder if Inspector Bean, who was unsmiling and punishing evil in Paris many years later, would think so in "Detective Cases of Megret".
There must always be a companion along the way, and the easiest way is to tear it apart. Before boarding the train to Cannes, Mr. Bean asked a Russian film judge to film him on the train. After two rounds of scratching and gesturing, Mr. Bean boarded the train contentedly, and the poor Mr. Judge didn't get on the train because he was delayed with his hapless child. The 11-year-old son of the judge was anxiously wailing and sighing on the train. Losing luggage, wallets, passports, one old and one young embarked on a arduous trip to Cannes, leaving behind a messy Paris.
The climax of the first act appeared, it was a drag racing drama. Accompanied by high-spirited music, Mr. Bean started the feat of chasing cars with a dilapidated bicycle. Who is Mr. Bean? With the help of another car, Mr. Bean surpassed a group of professional cyclists, just like the graceful appearance in "The Chariot of Fire" in the 2012 London Olympics. However, after some chickens and dogs left, Mr. Bean lost his chicken, his stolen bicycle was broken, and the judge's son disappeared.
Finally, we came back and found, "Well, it's a road movie". A silver-white road stretches straight, with an endless sea of yellow flowers on both sides, the wind blows and the grass is low, the sky is the canvas, and loneliness is the theme. Mr. Bean stood by the roadside with a thumbs up, he was waiting, but lonely people are waiting for loneliness after all. And move on.
Touching the dusk, over the hills, Mr. Bean, who had nothing, continued to move forward, and he did not know why.
Waking up groggy, Mr. Bean's eyes widened like marbles, and everything in front of him seemed like a dream. In front of me, the French villages of the 1930s were peaceful and comfortable. Children were playing carefree by the roadside, adults were doing their homework in front of the pub, and the old man fiddled and played the organ, and the time slowed down. At this moment, a brown-haired waitress walked slowly out of the tavern, dignified and elegant. Everything stunned Mr. Bean, however, the submachine gun broke the tranquility of the village. The iron hoofs of the Nazis came surging, and Mr. Bean quickly got out of the straw and threw the brown French girl down.
"Cut." The advertising director shouted, everything was fake, everything was just a set for the advertisement, and dreams were ruthlessly crushed by reality with nostalgia, which might be even scarier than the Nazis. In desperation, Mr. Bean had to turn the set upside down, breaking one of the director's arms.
Stepping off the set, Mr. Bean finally hitched a ride with the Brown French Girl - an identical yellow minicar. "Bean Girl" thanked Mr. Bean for saving his life and introduced:
"My name is Sabine, how about you?"
"Bing."
"Bing?"
"Bing."
Perhaps this is the loneliest state.
At the rest stop, Mr. Bean and the judge's son finally reunited. Three people, one basically has no language ability, one speaks French, the other only speaks Russian, and they all go south.
After the riot at the Cannes Film Festival, the three of them got what they wanted, the son of the judges was able to reunite with the family, Sabine was able to make a big splash, and Mr. Bean arrived at the sunny beach in Cannes. It seemed that everything was not so good, but everything came to an abrupt end. Then, then, there was no more Mr. Bean.
Rowan Atkinson says he's too old for Mr. Bean's innocence. Mr. Bean's Little Golden Week in 2007 became a farewell. Well, stay in sunny Cannes forever, like so many retired British people stay in Spain. Comedy always ends, loneliness will continue, maybe that's why some people don't like comedy.
In November 2018, "Johnny British Lux 3" starring Rowan Atkinson was released in China, and the reviews were average. People said that he was vulgar, kitsch, vulgar, flirtatious, and talented, but the most stupid bean is forever. The ground stayed in Cannes, and Johnny British Lux was just another character. I want to taste the taste of shark fin from abalone, and I want to see the effect of Douyin from a comedy movie. Judgment, praise or depreciation reflects rational detachment. People's opinions change quickly, and people's fickleness makes people speechless. I don't understand why people can put up with the brain damage of superhero movies and care about the life and death of so-and-so fictional characters, but can't stand the last bit of debauchery from someone who has spent a lifetime bringing joy to audiences?
The scariest thing is not losing Bean, but seeing him again and we can't laugh anymore.
Cherish it.
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