I love this Cairo purple rose so much. People really shouldn't have high expectations in order to get unexpected rewards. This feeling of finding a treasure trove deserves a review.
There are so many famous directors at home and abroad, if I have the opportunity to participate in their dramas (wishful thinking), then my first choice is the little old man Woody (the second must be Wes Anderson, and the third will be added after thinking about it). The language of his camera lens is his character, which is both pure and wicked, both broad-minded and stubborn, both vowing eachother and being arrogant.
Woody's starting point here is "Midnight in Paris", which is a bit too high... at that time, "intoxicated and no way back, all wine is not as good as this night". After that, "Blue Jasmine" and "Match Point" were "the wind blew up and wrinkled a pool of spring water". "Manhattan" and "Annie Hall" are "I know how the hearts of those who have loved are slowly withering." The "Love Is" series has no impression, it is probably a love triangle in a famous historical and cultural city. Unexpectedly, I opened a little-known 85-year-old film (85 years, my friends!!), which completely shocked all four. You are too good at playing old man. Time, space, and emotion play with the agility on the palm of your hand, and the realization of intimacy and alienation.
It is said that the heroine of this film has been Woody's muse for ten years. Isn't that Miss Keaton? However, Woody's aesthetics are very consistent, and his emotional outlook has never been slapped in the face: there is only one kind of love, but there can be many lovers. So we see scenes of morally depraved family light comedies, nothing more than cheating, scumbags, green tea bitches, maintaining the same familiarity for decades, but he has the ability to beautify it into a serendipity, into a metaphor , beautify it into an innocent little story where you voluntarily eat dog food and enjoy yourself.
The Cairo Purple Rose is an image in the end. She can be the moon, the moon does not belong to anyone, but her tenderness has truly shone on us and will shine in the future; she can be the waves, we have never belonged to the waves, but her rage has truly devoured us, and will continue to do so in the future. will continue to devour. He can be the one who came out of the screen or from the dream, he never belonged to us, but he passed by us and left the traces of our shaping, which is better than never coming.
So, I really want to say to the heroine, who finally revealed the Mona Lisa smile: Even if you lose all the power of love, don't be afraid.
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