Like all other literary films, its pictures are clean and beautiful, full of blurred shapes diluted by water, with darker tones, no picture is dazzling, and no picture is dull.
The film is made up of many plots, interspersed with jumps.
So many characters, so many stories, so many lives, happening in every corner of New York.
After visiting certain places, I started to like movies that describe those places. Seeing Crest, Grand Central Station, or the Brooklyn Bridge, or even the street signs for 49th Street where you once lived, on the screen, brings a smile to your face.
Humans are animals that know how to miss. We remember all the good things that have passed, and look forward to reliving them someday in the future, and before that future arrives, any hint that reminds us of those simple wishes is the icing on the cake.
My favorite is the clip of couples pretending to be passers-by and chatting on the street, the old couple quarreling and walking all the way to the beach and the painter looking for the girl in the Chinatown pharmacy to draw. One interesting, one warm, and one sad.
We never seem to care how many stories have happened or are happening to people who live in the same city as us.
The good thing about a literary film is that, although it is dull, its pace is gentle enough to soothe your impatience. Try to think about the things that are usually covered up by life, such as the mood of looking at the world calmly.
Even at the end of the film, as Sherry said, it's a bit cliché to use a female artist's DV shot as the line for the series, but think about it, if in reality, I really do one thing, in Midnight Man. When it's quiet, project these pictures on a huge clean wall, and watch it, I should cry.
Life is such a drama.
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