A very dull life that repeats day after day. A linear extension from Monday to Sunday. The same or different way of getting up, the same tunnel, driving to meet the same or different people, going home to meet the same or different people, listening to my wife’s daily different light dreams at home, walking the dog, going to Meet the same or different people at the bar. Then the next day. Jiamusu's usual method of shooting literary films is as bland as a glass of half-warm white open on the windowsill. Shooting from the same angle all the time, the scenery behind the glass keeps changing, but it is still flat, day after day. Day, beautiful but depressing. Almost every frame of the whole movie is worth being cut off as wallpaper, the retro tone, the cutting of light and shadow, the overall high-grade gray style, the angle is also very beautiful, the picture of two people waking up from bed every morning is especially beautiful. I especially like the way the driver's poems are typed on the screen in white. It's very beautiful. His poems may be very mediocre, but the arrangement of the words has a beauty in itself. In the end, the whole story is lackluster, but it is the life of a middle-aged driver Wen Qing for a week. Some people think that this is the innocence and beauty of maintaining a dream in the ordinary, and some people think that this is the exposure and suppression of ordinary life after the dream. I only know from this movie that I can feel the safety of every time I go home and push open the iron door, go up the stairs and turn on the broken electric light, I can carry out the objects stacked on almost every floor, and finally arrive at home to change my shoes. It's a mundane, calm, yet oppressive feeling. But the film's secret notepad (love the setting!), fragments of poetry, the apocalypse on Sunday afternoons, the poetry that repeats and stretches, the many revelations of twins, the dog at the end tearing down the letterbox, it's not a big deal. The same ordinary beauty in the ordinary is enough to become the highlight of life. The one I'm ashamed to admit, the middle two and even the stupid one, Gao Guang.
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