Yesterday was banned, the direct reason is that I have done a lot of evil.
Indirectly started a few days ago, haha, I wrote a comment (pictured) under a dynamic about the movie "Eight and a Half". I mean two things: the style is pretentious, I don't like it.
Since then, netizens of Yishui'er Dadwei came to teach me how to be a man, and they meant nothing more than two points: you don't understand; you should respect the classics.
I did not obey, I fought fiercely against the princes, my words were too extreme, and I was collectively reported. I switched to the trumpet, and the first chrysalis was also banned from speaking. Oh yeah~
First of all, respect your size. A well-known aesthetic common sense: as the recipient (audience) of artistic creation, at least one has to respect their true feelings, and then it is possible to complete this artwork together with the creator. This kind of silly film is useless except that it has some experimental significance in film history.
I respect Zhou Xingchi and Wu Mengda very much. The keynote of Zhou's film is compassion for all beings. Even if it is a primary school education, ordinary people who have tasted the ups and downs of society can understand it at a glance. Two hours is too short.
"Respect" at every turn is nothing more than wanting to shake off your educated sense of superiority as an intellectual. In the end, isn't it still the "existence is reasonable" set of middle-of-the-road? Do you find this kind of nonsense that is always correct? I can only bah.
Secondly, whether you can read or understand it, whether it involves the content of the movie, whether you like it or not, is more about the style of the work, and the style is also a part of the content. In other words, style is the face of the content. I always "judgment people by their appearance", and my unhappy style directly ruined my interest in exploring its connotation and extension. This is the director's fault. Well, I have to admit: labor and capital can't understand it! ! Because labor and capital have no interest in wasting their lives.
I don’t even understand the postmodern art of the entire 20th century. The variety of forms and fragmentation of content just reflect the breadth of narrative and the depth of inspection. There is no way to break through. The director can only play with himself or the machine. Look, I have gone back to the 19th century Duduo when I read the book, and the pretentious film is just one of the symptoms of this division and absurdity.
No matter how awesome the movie you watch, it is at most the awesome director you admire. Can you do it? After I input, at least I can use my own words to output in an orderly manner, can you? In addition to worshiping authority, in addition to parroting tongues, in addition to fighting against differences, you are a bird.
Everyone generally lacks a sense of humor, and "pretend film" is just the opposite of "Hollywood" to me, especially the European niche literary film, and one of my favorite directors, Angelopoulos. With a witty word, the powerlessness of these "academics" was blown up, and they were also drunk.
In the end, the eight and a half and his ilk are pretending films, come and bite me, haha. When I was a minor, I was not used to living and thinking completely under the guidance of others, and now... Who do you think you are?
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