director Jim Jarmusch said: "I don't want my movie to be a movie where the audience can call and order pizza after watching it. I want my movie to be like a poem, a song, and it can float in the audience's mind. , and let the audience take it with them wherever they go." The film did just that. After watching this movie, I felt like I was hit with a sap, and my head was dizzy until I watched Science of Sleep for an hour and 45 minutes yesterday before I got back to normal. The director also said, "I don't want to explain my film, it's not my job." And the critics went to work. I read a few film reviews, saying that the withered flower is a metaphor for the romance that passed away in the hero's life, that the film shows the hero's mid-life crisis, and that the purpose of arranging the scenes of many heroines is to stimulate the audience's imagination The young hero. Not surprisingly, these film critics are all male and unimaginative. In my opinion, the withered flower is a metaphor for life, the hero, the heroines, the suspects of the son, the little girls. . . Everything that is fresh must be rotten; everything that is rotten has been fresh.
The film was labelled Deadpan Comedy, and the tone of the film was "serious, tense and lively". Bill Murray plays Don, a retired wealthy single from the IT industry who has lost his enthusiasm for life so much that he can't find a reason to let his ass off the sofa every day, and can't find a reason to mobilize an expression on his face. Uncle Biao's performance has a good comment: "Murray gives a performance so steeped in sadness, he could be a new tea bag for Republic of Tea (maybe 'Middle Aged Melancholy Mint'?)." After his current girlfriend left him One morning, Dong Bo received an anonymous letter in a red ink and pink envelope. The writer claimed to be his girlfriend 20 years ago. After the two broke up, she gave birth to a son to Dong Bo, and his son is now On the way to find Arbor. Small ripples appeared in Dong Bo's dull life. Under the bewitched by his nosy Ethiopian neighbors, he reluctantly set out to visit the girlfriends of the four suspects 20 years ago, hoping to find out some clues.
The director did not arrange any plot that the audience expected: no recollection of the romance of the young age, and no answer. What the audience saw was one person after another and some rambling details that Dongbo met on the road. There are various indications that all middle-aged women are like children's mothers, and all young men are like Dongbo's sons. I love watching the filming footage. The footage also said that the director asked each of the five actors who played Dongbo’s girlfriend to make up a romance with Dong when they were young, and then wrote an anonymous letter to Twenty Years in their own language. After Dong Bo, finally compiled the five letters into the one in the movie. I think this trick is too good, no wonder all the actresses are very emotional, and their performances are weird. The most prominent is Frances Conroy, who plays the girlfriend suspect number two. Only a few lines and a few minutes of scenes have been supported by her for decades. This is probably the so-called performance tension. In the movie, there are also very cute little girls who control their father not to smoke, young girls who are shoving and twittering on the bus and discussing boys, young women who treat Dong Bo's wounds carefully in the flower shop, and at the airport. A middle-aged woman who was waiting for the flight to Cha Mi. Like flowers, they are either gentle and lovely or charming. And Dongbo's suspect girlfriends are all old, like withered flowers, as if the number of eggs in the body gradually loses the ability to love and care, leaving only wrinkles, melancholy and nervousness.
In the movie, the young men are all pretending to be cool and looking for themselves with lanterns. I suspect it is the shadow of the director when he was young. Dong Bo said to his son, Suspect C, that he was "computer, computer and girls" in his life, and his son, Suspect C, said to Dong Bo that he was "philosophy, philosophy and girls" in this life. I can't help but foresee son suspects turning into dong bok after dong bok after twenty years of finding out that life is a hoax.
The soundtrack is as contagious as the movie. There was an Ethiopian Jazz as brutish as Lu Zhishen, and I shook my head when I heard it. There is also a nice little song called There Is An End, which goes like this:
Words disappear,
Words weren't so clear,
Only echos passing through the night.
The lines on my face,
Your fingers once traced,
Fading reflection of what was.
Thoughts re-arrange,
Familar now strange,
All my skin is drifting on the wind.
Spring brings the rain,
With winter comes pain,
Every season has an end.
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