At first, I said that in the evening, the time of the day can be uninterrupted. Later, I realized that I was trying to be more leisurely with time.
Because I've been anxious since yesterday, like before traveling alone or traveling to dangerous places.
But this anxiety stems from the unpredictability of the film, or the expected disappointment.
The world of film and television would be better off putting artists on the stage less, although I do enjoy reading biographies.
But after I read some art history later, I still feel that documentaries are better, and adaptations often go against the truth.
So the tension and anxiety that started yesterday is not about this movie, but it has caused a lot of thoughts.
Movies are just a pebble. Maybe more than just stones. Did it make me a little nervous, because I have too much affection for him.
In fact, I would rather not make such a movie, but since there is one, I have to watch it. Would love to see those paintings on the big screen.
But because it is not the original work, I am afraid that the beauty of those paintings will be damaged. This is the root of anxiety.
Ever since I found out last year or the year before that this movie was in the making, it felt like something was stuck in my heart.
So never expected, not expected. Whether the person making the film loves it or not, there's something very subjective in it.
Some adaptations make people angry. Not only can they not be understood correctly, but they also impose many unwarranted understandings, which are actually misinterpretations.
Only the unique opinions of people who are truly in sympathy with the artist can convey the author's feelings under personalization.
That kind of personal insight is not far-fetched and offensive, but a kind of spiritual resonance, but such an understanding is too rare.
Every time I see some famous paintings being spoofed, it makes me very disgusted.
Unless it reaches the height of art and becomes a secondary creation, it can attract me, but I still think it is better not to.
I often see people turn some famous paintings into animations, which seems amazing, but I don't think so much about this kind of pictures.
Because I don't need to see gifs to feel the starry world of Van Gogh and the breathtaking beauty of his other works.
There is also a way of reproducing his starry sky with oil paint in water, which makes me very disgusted, even disgusted.
There is also a relatively long animation, linking his multiple paintings together, without the brush strokes, there is only greasy.
These things make me feel very nervous about this movie, but I don't want to stop watching it.
People who really love Van Gogh actually don't need to see his paintings in this way, it's best to see genuine works.
Even if I don't have the chance to see the real thing, and I don't need to see the altered thing, I still can't ignore my curiosity.
Although I know that if I love a person, just look at his works. It is the most important and best way to understand a talent through his works.
But my realm is not that high. If I don't watch it, I will have various imaginations, and then I think I may have missed something.
When the movie had no content at the beginning, I began to be moved, not because of the movie, but because of my love and understanding of him.
After the official start, my mood calmed down, and many times I seemed to forget that I was watching a movie, but fell into my own thoughts.
I'm thinking about the paintings I've seen, the letters I've read, as well as the shock and emotion, the love and resentment.
That night Armand Roulin lay in the bed where Van Gogh last slept, dreaming that he became Van Gogh.
When I saw blood in his stomach, I burst into tears. Felt that he was able to think and feel in his place.
It seems that he feels that the world is beginning to know him again, and has understanding and love for him. He also hoped for this before his death.
I long for God to bless the artists and not let their talents run out. I hope that the world will be kind and understanding to the artists.
Before his death, Theo sat sadly beside his bed, the light from the window shining on Van Gogh and the side of Theo's hair.
The rest are shadows, and he's so thin that he's barely a quilt, but I think he's like a rose he painted.
So beautifully exudes a charming light like the moon, not so dazzling, but it awakens the tenderness and beauty in the hearts of those who love him.
The whole picture of the movie is really quite good at that level, showing the feeling of brushstrokes, and the colors are also very good.
After reading it, I don't think there is anything special, and I am not particularly moved, but I am not disappointed, it is still worth watching.
All the pictures are his paintings, and all the events take place in his paintings, that is, people walking in the paintings.
The creators love him, and they want to let people know about his art world through the film, so they fall in love with him.
This is enough, just like a friend told me to watch it before, but don't expect too much and you won't be too disappointed.
As for loving his works, you don't need to look at it this way. You can go directly to the museum to see the real works. If you can't see the real works, just look at the picture album.
The film has been exploring the cause of his death, there is no conclusive, but it is believed that he was not a suicide but a homicide.
I hope there is no guesswork, but only through Armand Roulin's life and paintings.
This is the best way to reproduce his artistic pursuits, show his works, and express love and respect for him.
I don't like Van Gogh's death being questioned as a homicide, because that would be against his will.
People didn't understand him when he was born, and the world treated him so cruelly that it couldn't take his life again.
I hate all passive things. People's life and death should be decided by themselves, not others, even if they are at fault.
It's not because of wishful thinking that I don't want to question. I believe that he made an active choice, even if it was caused by a momentary idea.
When people talk about Van Gogh, the first thing they say is that he cuts off his ears and that he is a lunatic, and that's how this movie started.
I don't want to avoid him having mental problems, but there's a difference between a morbid madness and a state of madness obsessed with art and pursued.
That is a state and state of madness and obsession with the pursuit of art, not a lunatic, not a pervert or a neurotic.
The important thing is that he is obsessed with art, obsessed and intoxicated, which is always ignored and confused.
People who do not perceive beauty and cannot be moved do not understand that obsession, and think that artists are crazy, they are all perverts and snake spirits.
Talking about the artist's films and biographies, not from an artistic point of view, but from his artistic creation, would be deviating from the point.
But with regard to his paintings, he has gone to the extreme in his letter to Theo. It is such a moving poetic language description.
Reading his words and admiring his paintings is the best way to love and pay tribute.
To remain silent without echoing the poetic beauty of his words and paintings is a tribute in itself.
End credits Starry Starry Night is sung by Lianne La Havas, a little sad.
A few hours before the movie, I thought of the song Sorrow by David Bowie.
That was the song I heard at the end of an episode while watching the documentary Vincent: The Full Story one year.
And at the end of the film "Love Van Gogh", there is a paragraph:
in the reaper, I saw death, but the scene is not sad.
Everything is bathed in sunlight, shining with golden light.
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