Bertolucci's lens magic can be said to be unique, especially in a closed, narrow and dim room, the smooth movement of the mirror, the ambiguous tones and the intervention of music make people have to sigh at the beauty of light and shadow, and the beauty of audio-visual art. In "Concurrent", Marcello flirts in the room with the professor's wife who has just met, a series of mise-en-scène and movement of the camera make the whole picture dance a wonderful waltz with the rhythm of the music and the movement of the characters, while the restaurant The large-scale dance party is even more colorful and splendid. In "Dream of Paris", most of the scenes are also in the house, one woman and two men. This new wave standard combination vents hormones and anger in the flowing shots. In this film, the room waiting to be rented has become a hidden place for lust, the room is more empty, the light is more dim, the language is more dirty, and the desire is more pure.
Paul, the innkeeper whose wife had just committed suicide and who had been cuckolded by her for a long time, had a dirty mouth in the spare room of his own hotel. His words and deeds were all barbaric and vulgar. I don't know how many days and nights he huddled in this room. He and the young Jeanne had sex in the room when they first met. Two lonely souls are gradually twisted and sickly in the room, and it all begins with a broken life. Jeanne's director boyfriend Tom is shooting an autobiographical film about Jeanne. Jeanne introduces her past, family members, etc. in front of the camera. She obeys her boyfriend's demands, but also complains about her controlled life. The two quarreled across the rails in the subway station: you are just using me, occupying my time, and raping my thoughts! This is Jeanne's complaint about performing for her boyfriend all day long, and the boyfriend shoots Jeanne with her hands. In her boyfriend's eyes, Jeanne is a muse that she can't miss for a moment, but at this moment, Jeanne just wants to go back to that dim room and enjoy wild sex with an unknown person. Paul repeatedly stressed to Jeanne not to say his name, that would give me hemorrhoids... The two sat naked face to face: let's have sex! This is Jeanne's joke. Not only can she not have an orgasm with this gloomy man, she is even raped by the man who uses butter as a lubricant. There are many opinions about this highly controversial famous scene, and the only certain truth is that the controversy of this paragraph has greatly increased the popularity of the film......
They shared their pasts with each other in the room, the dim yellow light hitting Paul's gloomy face, as he recounted how he had to go out on a date when he was a young boy when his burly alcoholic father called him to milk the cow, and then had to wear a cow-shit-stained Shoes drive to an appointment. There are not many good memories of his childhood. And Jeanne shared her school days because she was going to be late for school, so she ran to school, and then she orgasmed when she ran... This gloomy, twisted paradise made them return to their basics, take off The shell of hypocrisy, facing the desires of the heart. Jeanne tried on the wedding dress in the company of her boyfriend, but then she came to Paul wearing the wedding dress, and she couldn't leave the man who took her into another world. "You are alone no matter what. When you enter the asshole of death, you will see the embryo of fear." This is Paul's "blessing" when he learned that Jeanne was about to get married. He told Jeanne to cut her nails and insert her fingers into her asshole, which was the asshole of the god of death. He asked Jeanne to smell the fart of a dead pig, and Jeanne said that she would do anything worse. Like the devil, Paul bombards all good into filthy ruins, inspires the most shameful desires, and uses nihilistic charm to train a morbid deformity. He faced his deceased wife's lover. The two wore the same plaid shirt. In the dimly lit room, they chatted about the dead woman, about hair loss, and about fitness. They were very calm. When Paul delivers his farewell message over the body of his deceased wife, the pent-up emotion finally comes out through his mouth instead of his genitals: I can understand the universe, but I can't understand you. Bitch, bitch, you're going to rot in hell like a pig on the street. Then he leaned on his deceased wife and kept apologizing. He used the most vicious and dirty language to say goodbye to his wife and his own past.
Marriage is a new beginning for Jeanne, and Jeanne is a new beginning for Paul. Paul in a suit told Jeanne everything about himself on the street, and he didn't want to continue this game of the most familiar stranger. He brought Jeanne to the Tango Club, and he longed for Jeanne to really enter his life. It was a formal date that had never been done before. "If I hadn't met you, I would have spent the rest of my life with a hard chair and hemorrhoids and continued a boring life." This was his confession to Jeanne. Paul changed his previous gloomy and decadent image, and he came into view as a glib middle-aged man who lingered in sensuality all day long. But Jeanne has no interest in a club full of middle-aged people, and even feels pitiful. She wanted to go back to that dark room with Paul, that twisted and exciting dirty place. But Paul just wants a nice date because he's in love with Jeanne. Jeanne shot Paul for the last time and left under the dining table. Paul was destined to be unable to bring Jeanne into his life circle. Jeanne only loved that dark and twisted man, not this one. Paul chased all the way to Jeanne's house like a wild beast. He wanted to know the name of the woman in front of him, "Jeanne", a shot rang out, and Paul died curled up like a fetus on the balcony. On the side, Jeanne calmly rehearsed her testimony to the police: I don't know him, he wants to rape me! I don't know him, he wants to rape me... Jeanne loves the rough man with his mouth full of filth, the mysterious, decadent, dark man. That man led her into the dark abyss to find the most real, unadorned desire in the world, unparalleled and unique. And the dead man in front of him was just a middle-aged man who felt good about himself.
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