But when I watch this movie again, I still feel vulnerable, and my emotions and rationality are almost collapsed in the aura of Marlon Brando. Whether it's love-hate or carnal lust, the greatest actor of the twentieth century uses his masculine charm, his unparalleled unrestrainedness and wildness, and his absolutely perfect acting skills to express the difficult rebirth of a middle-aged man. destroy.
I don't want to talk too much about Bertolucci's aesthetic and depth of the shot, much less the fat Brando's much-talked-about performance--passionate, ironic, bestial in an empty room Even exhausted cravings and paralysis. And what really moved me was the story about men [a man's wife committed suicide to get rid of this man; the man's lover also killed him to get rid of him] what kind of man would make people fall in love. When temptation and indulgence become fateful things, it is true that only death can resist this fate. The hero who finally confidently wants to start a new relationship is shot to death by the woman he loves. This ending still brings me a sigh. He is still laughing at the world at the end of his life, which is somewhat tragic. He uses sexual desire to heal love, but he falls into the cycle of love again. The awakening of a man turns into the annihilation of a woman's love. Originally, what a woman desires is just him who has no identity and no name. Maybe it's just a sleepless sexual game in the room and between the beds. .
This kind of cruelty is even hard to get rid of. In Bertolucci's films, the tangled emotional world of men and women is often discussed. Under the heavy and dim lens, the actors have become crazy, loud hysterical ridicule of this The confusion brought about by the state of the world, and we are willing to be stinged by this ruthlessness, leaving blazing wounds that cannot be cured.
Of all Marlon Brando's classic films, this one is my favorite. I've said before that his performances can make people tremble. Whether it's a long monologue about the past or the deep but calm emotional ups and downs of his deceased wife's introspection, they are so impeccable.
Really, it's hard to get away from such a movie. Maybe it's irresponsible to explore it from a man's point of view, but I'd rather stick to my self who is devoted to humanity and love.
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