I watched "The Antichrist" first in the evening. After the 28th minute, I couldn't stand it anymore. I couldn't bear the pain. The slow motion at the beginning may be illusory and stunningly beautiful, but the pain that follows Charlotte is unbearable, too figurative and too real.
Well, next, Frida. The tone of the opening was bright. Although there was a tragic car accident, which Frida called one of the "biggest disasters in life", it was still bright. The armrests in that shot have the beauty of a set-up, not without a mechanical touch. Like a still life. In fact, the tone of the whole film is not dark, but it is not warm enough. Not wild enough.
warm. wild. Yep, that's the key word. The title is not appropriate enough. The so-called hero should be a kind of creature with sacrifice and dedication that represents the will of at least part of the masses. What I want to express here is all those who are fanatical and have the desire to die. Most of them are actually super-ego, selfish, and no one else. "Having extraordinary talents and aspirations beyond ordinary people, seeking what they want at all costs" as a commonality, calling him a hero. Although it is narrow, the so-called grand ideals, whether for the family, the country or the world, are not what the hero wants. Ideals should be synonymous with spiritual desires.
But Frida in the film, the desire seems not so strong. I don't know what the real Frida is. Her paintings are also unreal, sometimes real, sometimes fantasy. But as long as it is my own work, there will always be traces left, a unified atmosphere that allows people to trace its spiritual core. In the eyes of my ignorant layman, Frida in the painting and in the legend, when there is an unquenchable pain and desire, the two are equally passionate and go hand in hand. This desire arises from her pain, which makes her long for all heat, love, freedom, and resistance to mediocrity. At the same time, this huge desire brings more trouble and pain to her. Many times, life is trivial and mundane, even if she is a hero, she can't shine every day without sticking to fireworks. Frida is a flaming flame, and she can't wait to burn herself into a blooming flower that attracts others and brings scorching pain to the longing. In fact, her paintings are not as legendary as the stories she was later told by the world, but one thing is certain, whether it is grotesque, dark, thrilling, melancholy, all her paintings exude a lonely and mysterious temperament, which makes people unable to not attracted. Like Cleopatra's charm, she may not be as beautiful, but her allure cannot be denied. This strong character is also revealed in Frida's clothes. She always wears colorful and contrasting Mexican national clothes, which is very commensurate with her personal temperament. Maybe you will think that the style is not so fashionable and the contrast is too strong , but in her, the fusion is so unified and harmonious. This is not just because of her beauty, nor because of her special thick eyebrows. It was because of the unquenchable desire, the hero's desire, born from the deepest part of her body, burning to illuminate all who could see.
Unfortunately, although Hayek is also a Mexican beauty, with the so-called "tough beauty", she was also graceful at the time, with a charming chest line, beautiful buttocks and slender legs, her performance was also hard, and her makeup was well done. Like the deity, but I always feel that something is missing. Less evil when playing tricks, too calm when drinking, too smooth when walking, can't see the marks left by Frida's six-year-old polio, not too addicted when making love, when angry, oh , not as bright as Penelope Cruz in "Midnight in Barcelona," and not somber when it hurts. Worst of all, there seem to be a lot of beauties in the movie that overshadow the "amazing beauty" that Frida deserves, like Tina, like Christina. It's not about the face, the temperament is lost. The national costume on her body is also a little earthy. I think she seemed more charming when she let down the braids on her head and let the black curls let loose, but then she was more of an American girl than a mestizo painter Frida.
Men's clothing is heroic, but there is always a suspicion of deliberate performance. Not sincere, not from the heart. An artist, whether he is painting or planting flowers, once he has a sensitivity to beauty and an aesthetic vision, it is very easy to fall into the same-sex infatuation. The legendary Frida not only has constant scandals with men, but also the female companions around him. Never lack. But in the movie, same-sex love is vague and brief, a scene of touching the thigh of a beautiful female partner Grace, and a scene of tumbling naked with a Parisian female singer, briefly shy. Not only same-sex love, but also the shot of opposite-sex love is short-lived. Director, why don't you be so shy? Since it is a fanatical and painful hero, why not let it go? Of course, if there are any policy problems and contradictions during the production or release of the film that cause these short shots of premature ejaculation, or if there are too many intercourse shots and time is limited, these complaints are of course too harsh. But I don't have the source nor the pedantic spirit to dig up all kinds of inquiries. sorry.
Sometimes I wonder about the director's intentions, because it seems to me that the film is not so much about Frida's difficult and legendary life as it is about how a girl with a strong personality can become unique. How the painter of the grid was finally destroyed by the torture of marriage. Here is the irreverent marriage of the charming photographer Tina, who despises marriage, the mediocre marriage of Frida's German father and her Mexican mother, the unhappy violent marriage of her sister Christina, and Frida herself, chaotic and full of contradictions. A messy marriage of infidelity and mutual attraction. One second she angrily knocked on the door of her husband's ex-wife to ask questions, the next second they were in the kitchen pouring out their dissatisfaction with the same man, oh, how sweet. and strange. I think a strong personality does not mean that everything can be unreasonable, or even unreasonable. Although I am incapable of logic, logic exists after all, exists in all the events that have happened, even if it is chaotic and inexpressible in a burning hero.
All in all, what was supposed to be a great movie turned out to be an unbearable one in the midst of my illogical and untenable grumblings. Oh no, not yet, there are still things I like here. I like the proud and beautiful photographer Christina, and I like to watch the fat elephant Rivera fuck the women with nice waists and full breasts by the way while painting the models Dirty but raw and natural fun and joy, although this feeling seems a little off topic (by the way, Rivera here, I think he is more like a painter who is passionate about sex and politics, in fact, he should be Fernando Rida's mentor in a sense, the father of Mexican murals, the day before yesterday's Google Doodle is to commemorate him. In contrast, the section between Frida and the old man Trotsky is a bit embarrassing and inexplicable, it seems to be Frida Da was too lonely after separation from Rivera, not because she was moved by the old man's tragic life experience and great revolutionary ideals, and there was no beauty in intercourse, but it was a bit ugly. Also liked Banderas' cameo, although his appearance Not my favorite, but he has charming black eyes. Those paintings are not bad. Favorite is the soundtrack, bright and cheerful flamenco, singing and dancing anytime, anywhere, beautiful black dove, oh South American sunshine The black beauty below, this wonderful music made me have the urge to go to the streets of South America and dance to the music. Although maybe I did, it is hard to say that I was robbed and killed on the street. Who knows.
Maybe the director wants to express too much, and wants to do every detail well, but when the result is evenly divided, no detail is outstanding and the focus is lost. Sometimes a little clown-like hilarious. The performance is too formal. Heck, I'm also complaining so much that there's no argument at all, it's cluttered and unsightly. Stop it. Wash and sleep.
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