It can be said that this film has "zero characters, pure dazzling skills, and a room full of madness", and it can also be judged that its plot has no logic at all, killing for killing's sake, sex for sex's sake, and stacking symbols.
I think God, for two reasons. First, the breath of the movie lens and the atmosphere rendered by the director with countless details are enough to let people put down the "story" and only appreciate the beauty that has been carefully polished. Second, I watched the movie just as I said in the previous article. Ah, movies, like people, are alive and full of strangeness; who stipulates that inner beauty must be explored and outer beauty ignored? Who is it that constrains the world, always making them look at all things from a harmonious perspective, and unrealistically expect to have both fish and bear's paw? Sometimes, beauty is like a knife, with sharp borders. Black and white, no argument.
After all, when the kung fu is at home, people are pleasing to the eyes, consciously wandering with the director, sharing the same fate, and naturally willing to defend him; The so-called "diamond and porcelain work". However, the diamond is real, and the "ability" is invisible and intangible. How to measure it and how to define it clearly?
Answer: The ability to create beauty dies in measurement. It is easy to appreciate and describe, but too difficult to define. Or, because it is a skill, it cannot be defined. Because it cannot be defined, it is the ability. Gombrich's so-called "no art, only artists", is also what he means.
The essence of art is privacy. What is immortal in history is only part of the public.
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