It made me hesitate for a long time before watching it, but when I think of the ending that Ai Ai said made her sad to death, I retreat a little. After all, I still watched it, the real punk, drug, blood,,,, I was dizzy while watching, I am still dizzy after watching it,,,, watching a group of people in the movie tossing desperately, taking every day as the last day, Unscrupulous to the extreme, chaos.
I don't know if it's because I don't have a feeling for that era, or I don't have a sense of identity with punk, or I just can't stand the fuss
. Her appearance was covered by her makeup, and it was easy to see her appearance clearly. As for Sid, I didn't see his talent, only his helplessness, childishness, and deep Oedipus complex. Only in those times did that kind of music make him.
Although I can't understand this kind of life, I can't appreciate this kind of music, but I believe it always has its meaning, otherwise why would so many people turn back. Maybe to live free. Thinking that living like this, uninhibited to the point of depravity, is free, unconstrained, but helpless but go too far, far away can not find happiness, maybe go a little further, far away do not have to look back, do not need to pay attention to everything, only each other, they There is nothing left but each other.
The end of the film is what I love most about the film, the dreamy unreal, solid colors that make me think of velvet gold mines. All the wonderful stories that never happened but were highly anticipated, all after they were gone, after they were gone in this world. The beauty seems not to belong to them, but no one can bear to expose it.
It was the age of punk, it was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
We go all the way to heaven, we go all the way to hell.
So Xin, punk has never been to China. After watching it, we can only withdraw and leave without missing any more. The stories of that era have become legends in people's mouths today, and they are no longer mentioned after many years.
We are just spectators after all, that is someone else's story, someone else's movie, someone else's youth. And what belongs to us, has there ever been such a period of time when it belonged to us, was wanton and indulged, and would become a legend in other people's mouths?
That era has come to an end, and who can buck the trend.
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