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Delayed figurative thoughts
Barton 2022-04-20 09:02:34
Wong Kar-wai is good at magnifying, exaggerating and figuring out the subtle but unignorable emotions that have been fluctuating people's hearts and even constitute the tone of life. These cicada-shaped small thoughts are the nutrients that stay in our hearts, and they are also the last fortress that prevents us from being washed away by reality. He spread it out, performed it at a slow pace, and slowly, the fireworks of the world rose in the psychedelic, let us be patient and calm, and at the moment we were about to escape, we were hooked back by the misty music. Thoughtless, light yet full of presence. He constructs a realistic utopia in our fast-paced way of life with a gentle gesture, supplemented by brilliance, and whispers softly in your ear: the more depraved, the happier, everyone is crazy.
Extended Reading
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Briana 2022-03-22 09:02:50
This is a very Wong Kar-wai-style film, with a deconstructed narrative technique, urban male and female feelings between urban jungles, and a strong fatalistic destiny. The shots are alive, and each character is shaped & individualized by the director. The whole movie is sad, gray and deep, and everyone is at a loss...
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Ilene 2022-03-29 09:01:08
On New Year's Eve, my brother and I watched this neurotic movie. I was so embarrassed about Lin Jiaxin's ziwei episode, but he thought it was the effect of drug use... Liming said "killers also have elementary school classmates" and Kaneshiro Takeshi's debut, we all laughed and turned over
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He Zhiwu: We rub shoulders with many people everyday. Some may become close friends, or confidants. That's why I'm always optimistic. Sometimes it hurts. Not to worry - I try to stay happy. That night, I saw that woman again. I knew we'd never be friends or confidants. We'd let too many chances pass us by. Nothing happened, there was no chemistry. Maybe it was the weather, but that night I found her very alluring.
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He Zhiwu: You rub elbows with a lot of people every day. Some strangers might become your friends or even confidants. So I never turn my back on a chance to rub elbows. Sometimes I rub till I bleed. No big deal, as long as I'm happy. That night, I ran into that woman again. I knew very well we'd never be friends or confidants. We'd had too many chances to rub elbows in the past. We had rubbed elbows till our clothes tore, but still no sparks. Maybe it was the weather, but that evening I felt a spark.