In fact, at that time, I didn't know that the avatar that was worn on the chest by many fashionable people and had an idol temperament was Guevara's. Later, one evening self-study, my classmates brought a commemorative special issue of "South Wind Window", which specially introduced Guevara. I looked at it and exclaimed: what is he? I have to admit, I have a tendency to judge people by their appearance - people who are pleasing to the eye are really easy to arouse my affection (I have been working hard to correct them now), so I can't help but especially like this guy with a sharp and sturdy expression. That night, I spent two nights studying to draw a copy of this head portrait. I did it in one go with a black ink pen, and I still cherish it. I don't think I can draw such a good Guevara again.
In fact, apart from the above, I know very little about Guevara - the Cuban Revolution, the general, leaving Cuba, the guerrillas, the arrest, the murder. Fortunately, "Motorcycle Diary" does not require me to know too much, and even, I think, even Guevara will not need to know who will be in the future. Because he was just a handsome young man at that time; because this time, it was about youth, and only about youth.
Year after year, thanks to the so-called post-N writers, we always have a stereotype: youth—a tangled, ignorant love affair. We refute our admiration, but we can't always jump out of this circle: home, school, male and female classmates. I don't mean to belittle these, I just think other than that, it should be considered: life is not always like this. "Youth" has a wide range of meanings that make people heartbroken. When we were kids, we were more than just making pictures of hide-and-seek.
Guevara and his friends also have the same life as ours: school, girlfriend. But he wants to cross South America, and it is vertical. Not because he's tired of what he has now, but because he wants to expand it as much as possible while he's still young, from Argentina all the way to Venezuela. On this long road, in the encounter with every passer-by, passion and ruthlessness, confidence and loss, joy and pain are twin brothers on the stage, and gradually Guevara and Granardo put their expressions on their faces. merge with others. A young man knows not only to consider problems from his own perspective, but also to relate his emotions to others. From this moment on, he begins to grow and his youth begins to deepen.
So he didn't think too much about his girlfriend who was getting farther and farther away - if this was in the era of revolutionary enthusiasm, he would definitely be regarded as another Paul who gave up love for the revolution. He gave the miners and the couple the money that Granardo coveted and remembered—even Granado's eyes became solemn when he listened to their stories.
The South America in the film gives people such a kind of beauty, it is realistic, but it is like the color of a dream: yellow and green wheat fields, blue lakes, and emerald green tropical rain forests. The lens is always zoomed out habitually, giving people a shock in the strong contrast between man and nature. The brighter colors in South America doubled the shock: on the country dirt road dominated by yellow and green, a "dick car" was speeding, and high in the air in front of it, the snow-capped mountains dominated by blue and white loomed. People are kind and natural, he, he, she, and she really lived on that magical continent for generations. If you compare it with Korean dramas, you will know that it is not because it is a movie that you are looking for something pleasing to the eye. Even if Gael García Bernal (played by Guevara) is handsome, it is because Guevara himself is heroic^ _^.
I'm literally hooked on the life that such an ordinary group of people lead, singing and dancing, even under painful circumstances. The life in the leprosy village should be the darkest part of the journey, but under the tinge of youth, it also shines with the brilliance of the Amazon in the sun. For a village full of death, there is nothing better than two vibrant young men can bring. Guevara and Granado have been bumpy all the way, exhausted and exhausted all the way, and they have felt the pain of all kinds of others, and they can release that kind of vitality. I think this is the power of youth, undefeated. strength.
In fact, what youth possesses is ideal power. Young people are the people who believe in the ideal the most, and they can pursue it at all costs. Sometimes, there is not even a solid "ideal", just a mood, an impulse: I want to get there, I want to realize it. Candid and free-spirited.
So I don't really like the political content in Guevara's farewell speech after leaving the leprosy village - we have already felt too much along the way, not to mention it is clear, but to say it deliberately. What "Motorcycle Diary" gave me was the radiant youth, as well as the dreamy charm of youth permeating the entire South American continent, like a rain forest that grows indiscriminately. Of course, this journey is of great significance to Guevara's revolutionary life after that, but I prefer to regard it as the gorgeous curtain call of youth rather than the beginning of his revolutionary road. That's why I only think of it as a walk about youth: if you make such a trip into a movie, it will be equally moving whether you become a famous revolutionary in the future.
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