From the first time I watched Wong Kar Wai's movie, I knew a truth. Watching the King of Sunglasses movie should choose an auspicious day, feel at ease, burn a cauldron and burn incense, bathe and change clothes, and then look for a remote place in an empty movie theater. in the corner, watching it over and over again, until the tears were all over his face.
It's like a dream, endless, drunk with yellow beams.
"The Grandmaster" is no exception. Wong Kar-Wai also badly tried to deceive the audience with a rain shower at the beginning. If Wong Kar-Wai, who had no heart and no liver in the past, I'm afraid that this wonderful scene in the trailer will disappear in the feature film. To disappear without a trace.
Wong Kar-wai's movies are ugly, it seems difficult to understand what the movie is saying, only seeing faces that fill the entire screen, blurred lights and shadows in the background, a few wisps of smoke, and Gu Zuo Shi's narration and muttering. self-talk.
So when you are fascinated by Wong Kar Wai's movies, you don't care what story Wong Kar Wai tells, nor which protagonist says what lines worth remembering, but, suddenly a certain picture appears, that person , that face, that scene, that misty rain and that sad whisper, you no longer have a trace of hardness and stubborn resistance in your heart, you just want to cry out in your own world.
Wong Kar-wai was born as a screenwriter, but he never told stories after he became a director. If there is, he only told the same story over and over again, the story of time.
In "The True Story of A Fei", there is constant flight and death, the drunken life and dream death in "Dong Xie Xi Po", and then in "The Grand Master", no one can resist the time.
Wong Kar Wai never cares about what the audience sees, he only cares about what he shoots.
Chapter 2. There is no one in the world of martial arts as the
so-called "poor to learn literature, rich to learn martial arts", the Ye family from the Foshan family may be the last master in the world - Ye Wen.
The so-called martial arts, the most important thing is not how strong the martial arts, nor how subtle the tricks, but the inheritance. "For thousands of years of martial arts, are there still few things that disappear into thin air?" People will eventually die, and martial arts will eventually be forgotten. Therefore, in the world of martial arts, there is actually no one. There is only one light that has a long history.
Gong Baosen, the third-generation president of the Chinese Samurai Association, went south, looking for such a person who could pass down the martial arts. At this time, the North and South martial arts were in a delicate balance, and the outbreak of the Anti-Japanese War could disrupt this balance at any time.
When the old man Gong asked Ye Wen, the descendant, "Can you break the cake in my hand?", the whole drama ushered in the first climax. For the first time, Ye Wen stretched out his palm upwards. This is "Yang", which means life. Ye Wen's move was to ask Gong Baosen for advice as a junior, and to treat the north with respect. But Gong Baosen stood still, and he immediately realized that Gong Baosen was as deep as the ocean, and this yang hand could not hold the cake. So Ye Wen turned his side and stretched his palm downward instead. This is "yin", which means death. Ye Wen should have tried his best to show that the south will fight against the north with all his strength. However, Gong Baosen's expression remained unchanged, as still as a mountain. The so-called epiphany is to linger countless times in front of a thin piece of paper and break it all at once. Ye Wen had an epiphany at that moment, and resolved the situation with Wing Chun's hand. The intention could not be more obvious. The south and the north were actually like each other's lips and teeth, and there was no competition in martial arts. Ye Wen can realize this. He understands that the true meaning of martial arts lies in the longevity of a lamp, and if he takes over this reputation, he will turn into a green lamp in his life, so he can breathe a sigh of relief.
This is also the reason why he is obsessed with the sixty-four hands of the Gong family.
Thousands of years of martial arts, in fact, more than Tai Chi, Bagua, Xingyi, Xinyi, Liuhe, Baji, Wing Chun and Hong, Tan, Cai, Li, Mo? The Republic of China was just their golden age. Countless people stepped onto this magnificent stage and walked out of their own path.
Zhang Ziyi's gossip, Zhang Jin's shape and meaning, Zhang Zhen's eight poles, and Ye Wen's Wing Chun, they were looking for themselves in the turbulent times. They each chose a different life and chose a different attitude. They may be in high spirits, they may be displaced, or they may remain anonymous. They are just a microcosm of that era. It is precisely because of their different lives that they form a grand picture of the entire Republic of China, the entire martial arts, and the entire golden age of martial arts.
In the end, even the picture scroll was scattered like dust, and even the memory was blurred.
There is no one in the world of martial arts, and there is only one sentence left: "If you don't forget it, there will be an echo."
Chapter 3. There is no martial arts in the world of
people. Some people say that where there are people, there are rivers and lakes.
So in this sense, in fact, there has never been any martial arts, and there are just countless joys and sorrows, love, hate and obsession.
In 1936, the year when Ye Wen reached the peak, he was in his late forties and she was in her early twenties.
Ye Wen, who grew up in the spring, learned martial arts and became crazy, and he pursued the meaning of martial arts. He never thought that when he raised his hands and feet, there was a ripple.
Gong Er is stubborn and eager to win, but he is the descendant of the sixty-four masters of the gentle and ingenious Gong family. All of this seems to be destined for her tragic life.
Jinlou Night Banquet, sixty-four hands against Wing Chun, Ye Wen lost a game, but won Gong Er for a lifetime.
"Come here, I'll wait for you." The
next few decades were like white horses, and I wonder if Ye Wen could understand the feelings that Gong Er wrote every time he picked up a pen. That year, Ye Wen ordered a leather jacket for the whole family to go to the Northeast. It was also that year when the Anti-Japanese War broke out and Foshan fell.
Ye Wen said that he had never met a mountain before the age of forty, and only after the age of forty did he realize that in human life, the greatest mountain is life. The four words of wandering and wandering can sum up Ye Wen's next life, the trip to the Northeast is far away, and there is only one thought and one button left when the leather jacket is dropped.
It was also at this time that Gong Baosen was killed. Gong Er's strong character did not allow the Gong family's reputation to be humiliated. She gently took off the ring and blocked everything in the world. The origin and fate of the world were destroyed, but it couldn't be erased. In the south, a certain person, on a lonely night, gently touched the shadow of her.
She cut off the red dust in order to have only one goal in her life.
But after this goal was achieved, her life lost its way. She could only keep trying to forget it for more than ten years after that. When more than ten years later, that person suddenly appeared in front of her and gently told herself the mottled and dusty past more than ten years ago, all the frost in her heart began to melt.
Time flies, things are right and wrong, and there is only one button left. What kind of sadness is this.
"Sixty-four hands, I have already forgotten." Ye Wen, who was still looking for sixty-four hands a few years later, sat with Gong Er, who was withering day by day, as if the time had returned to a certain night of drunken lantern riddles twenty years ago. , that year they were still in high spirits, their faces were the same, the only difference was the traces of the years and their state of mind.
"Actually, I have you in my heart." When Mr. Gong gently said these words that she thought she had cut off, in exchange, it was Ye Wen who said, "I believe there will be another day to see Sixty again. Four hands."
At that moment, all the ice and snow in her heart melted, and the flame that had just started to burn was extinguished. There are only two lines of clear tears left. Her life ended at that moment. It turned out that there was no origin or death, but it was just a dream when she went out to the garden.
In fact, she may just want a word of comfort.
Finally, Mr. Gong was extinguished in a wisp of blue smoke.
All encounters in the world are reunions after a long absence.
Just lost to time.
View more about The Grandmaster reviews
