I guess if Frida were still alive, he would have liked this movie.
I'm thankful that the film was directed by a female director who made it so colorful, lively and powerful, not at all like a film from more than a decade ago. Although it is still a little less flavorful than Frida himself, the color and vitality of Mexico brought me a little closer to the artist.
What a charming woman Frida is, with thick eyebrows and a thin beard, big, bright eyes, looking straight at you, wearing a long, colourful dress, and lips so full sternly and tightly closed, painting the fragmented self over and over again. Women tend to look at themselves better than men, and even say that while women pay too much attention to themselves, they often ignore the outside world. This seems to be a common problem for all female artists, expressing themselves over and over again, but who can say that this has no value? Why can't women express themselves? Almost all of Frida's paintings are depicting herself, her pain, her loneliness, her love, her life, her soul. Therefore, I don't feel that this painter was born in another hemisphere. How far away from me, she is so real, so close, tore her wounds open in front of you, and get close to you, to let you know that she is just like you, a lonely soul that will cry and scream.
I knew for a long time that Frida had said that he was fed up with the pain of life and had no more nostalgia (something like this), and I also heard about the life of this painter. At the age of 18, he suffered from a car accident and has been in constant pain since then. Loving husband Rivera cheating on sister. Before I clicked on this movie, I thought that the tone of this movie should be heavy and dark, but I didn't expect it to be so warm, so vivid, Frida is like an ordinary Mexican girl, her skin is caressed by the sun Color, long black and thick hair, even after a car accident, can still smile brightly, paint colorful patterns on plaster, wear bright and bright skirts, dance hot and refreshing dance, her love with Rivera And marriage, it is not so tragic, but warmth and companionship. Only then did I begin to understand this woman. Even though she was tortured, she still loved the world and life, so she could live so vigorously and enthusiastically, telling herself over and over again, longing for understanding and comfort. How could this woman who does not wear white gauze and a green skirt and red shawl at a wedding, a woman who designs her own prosthesis, a woman who wears a beautiful skirt and a beautiful bun, who is still painting at the end of her life, how could she not be a lover What about life people?
In fact, isn't Frida a lucky man? She has a soulmate Rivida who understands each other. Her bleeding heart and solemn face will forever remain in people's hearts. She has loved, hurt, and laughed. She is the one who has really lived.
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