"It's hard to tell whether our lives are real or dreams."
- This review only pays tribute to this film
I'm afraid I've forgotten all about it, I just watched it just once. Whenever I see a good movie, or a good book, I have a strong urge to tell it to others. As if it were an obligation, otherwise I felt like I was committing a crime. I don't know where I got this artistic responsibility, and I don't know if someone is watching me do or not do all this. Sometimes due to laziness, I would prevaricate myself. And just like at this moment, this movie, I think even if I die after writing it, it can't stop me from writing it.
Am I an angel or soldier of art?
I have seen some of my neighbors who I think have some artistic talent or at least have their own aesthetic judgments, commenting on it so lightly, so trivial, so vulgar, and even irrelevant. I decided to quit right away, even though it might be because he's stupid and doesn't understand art, but I hate him. I am in love with this movie. I was twenty-two, maybe twenty-three, I don't know. I was born in 1995. I saw this movie in 2018. This movie will define my life.
I can't deconstruct it for the time being, in fact, I don't like deconstruction. Whether for a book, or a movie, or any piece of art. I never put myself in the position of the reader, I mean, I don't passively accept it, but actively inspire and use it for me. I have this automatic switching mechanism in my brain. I didn't do it on purpose, I was born with this distinction. I may acquiesce myself to the position of a creator, and those factors that affect me turn into my artistic blood flowing in my soul, blossoming, and encountering diseases, which are beyond my control. I'm not boasting, I'm cool, I'm objective, I'm just stating, no questioning.
This movie is a masterpiece of psychology.
No, it is existentialism.
No, it's a postmodern perspective.
No, it's magic realism.
No, it's an absurd drama.
It's all.
When I see a third of the way, I meditate in my mind, speed up, speed up, exaggerate, exaggerate again, I will keep up with the plot, or the plot will be under my control. But no. Totally water. And in the last third, there's actually some kind of atmosphere that's been cast in a certain color, that's what I'm thinking of. I even started sleazy guessing, suggesting, fuck it all. I'm an anxietyist when it comes to pacing, and this movie helped me a lot. What shocked me the most or made me have to sit upright and bit my lip, the tear ducts rioted, after reading it once, the few pictures after this one time are:
A live dog wriggling in the chest of a dead old man.
Women, like men, do laundry in other people's homes.
The woman places her left foot on the man's right and kisses.
Later, the woman walked alone to the florist's house where they had entered, and lay on the sofa with her eyes closed. (I cried)
Woman hugs her husband, man stands behind her husband, woman stretches her left hand, man stretches her right hand, pulls close and kisses
Man and woman stand together on a scale with numbers shown as
zero.
I have tons of ideas flooding my chest, but I can't write a short review as sloppy as everyone else. I can't end how this movie feels to me with a possibility I'm not sure about, not at all. The aphasia in the absurd world, the trust and alienation of human nature, the assimilation and acceptance of human nature, the true volume of the alien space. I can't say it anymore, I just watched it once and pretended to say something, it's impossible, this is not a movie that can be said in one go. Because it inspires me, it does me well, and I have to respect myself and respect it.
There is not a single line in the whole film. The last woman's: I love you. I even thought it was a superfluous mistake, so I could not say it at all, just replace it with a big sultry smile, it is not impossible. Then it's almost perfect, darling.
Metaphor, symbol, repetition.
Imply, warn, knowingly commit.
The victim's eternal smile.
Anti-logic, anti-reality, anti-rationality.
Romanticism, temptation is fatal.
The movie could still be improved, I think. Like Jiang Wen's "The Sun Also Rises", it is completely magical realism, will it be more beautiful? (Yes, the form of entering the room is also very similar to Ma Xiaojun in "Sunny Days") But then, can it not give me such a great feeling. Because it makes you relax your vigilance, slack, and underestimate at first, then suddenly magical, the rhythm gradually accelerates, the narrative gradually becomes unfamiliar, and the eyes gradually deform until you can only describe it with magic, you are completely captured by it, and your words are slurred. .
But from the beginning I also felt its threat to the novel, and I developed a kind of jealousy. The application of this perspective or doctrine, whether the novel cannot achieve it, or how the novel makes up for it, gives me a sense of crisis and a sense of motivation at the same time. Just like when you see someone more talented than you, you are envious at first, then amazed, but in the end, there is no prejudice, only admiration for the beauty of art, and, you have to be strong, you have to pay tribute, and even surpass.
I think about the novel I've been writing recently, it's really low-level. Because I don't use inspiration, I hate that touch, I want bump. In short, this movie inspired me, and I will revise that novel tomorrow, even if I delete it all and start over. I want the taste of Lin Bai's "Moss", I don't want to win with the stream of consciousness, I don't want to win with my unique nature, I want green, vines, flowers, and reject language, vocabulary, and sentences.
Lack of consciousness, incoherent, incoherent, rapid heartbeat.
This is how I describe my heart,
How many years for the first time.
When was the last time,
Forgot.
But it doesn't matter, what matters is this moment.
pay tribute.
Reiko.
It only took half an hour to write this.
You know that feeling of being electrocuted?
It was as if he had been given a super power.
In the future, I may find these words unfamiliar, impulsive, and incomprehensible.
But that's how it is now.
Do you know how amazing it is?
All my life I have grown and continued in this magic,
drive away despair.
View more about 3-Iron reviews
