The last time I watched Wenders's movie was under the sky in Berlin. It was foggy and foggy. It can be said that I basically didn't understand it, but this time it was very different, but it had a stronger sense of reality. The long road, the endless desert, the rush The car, the old face, saw the director of the writing, the writing, and saw that the audience was also recalling their own past, as if it had happened too?
Brother, father and son, husband and wife, three characters, place of birth, walking constantly, I see that the protagonist is rarely in a static state, some of the simplest relationships in the world, how does he deal with it, he is still so lonely but a little cute , an urchin-like character, when he stands by the child, he still looks at the world like a child, they are like playmates, he changes shoes with his brother, he asks his brother for money and credit cards, he knows the truth about his demands Asking for the only response is silence, like a childish child, connecting these with the theme he pursues, the place where he started, Texas, Paris, the endless pursuit of the long road, the lonely walk in the desert, the persistent look. At an extraordinarily old age, compared to Jane's age, it seems that he is enough to be a father. Jane was only seventeen or eighteen when she gave birth to Hunter, and now she is only about 25 years old, but Travis looks to be fifty years old, but he He doesn't have the maturity of a fifty-year-old at all, naively believes in the place of Paris, Texas, buys the land, pursues it persistently, the dialogue between him and the child, most of the dialogue comes from him and the hunter, and the relationship between him and his younger brother is almost always very different. Short words.
The sad thing about life is that it has already happened, and there is no opportunity to question it, and the long life is waiting for us to trace, where did I come from, is the first question, the film is set in the Texas desert, and it is It is the best footnote, in the middle of now, the thrown picture, we have nowhere to know how to search, but the first picture begins, it is a lonely old figure in the vast desert, isn't this like life, will it? We never know who we meet, we keep walking, who our partner will be, we are destined to separate, and we are destined to meet again.
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