The longer I live and the more experiences I have, the more I want to go back to my childhood, to recover the purity of looking at the world without any prejudice, without any secular color. And that's pretty hard, especially when you've been through so much.
Learning a language is a difficult process. The culture brought about by the acquisition of this language is a natural necessity, subtly changing the perspective of looking at the world. What many artists are doing is to reverse their difficult habits. They have acquired the language of seeing the world and created a new language of understanding the world with their body and mind. Use their small universe to embrace the reality of this big universe and be reborn.
The language of artists is often charming and deafening. Even people who don't understand art will have an unconscious sensory impact the moment they see it. The sensory impact of this film is so intense.
This is a relatively "simple" movie, without the dazzling skills of long shots; however, there are down-to-earth and true feelings revealed by the actors, and there are no cool special effects, but there is a creative trajectory that is drawn stroke by stroke. Every good work will not be let down, and no half-hearted movie can go through the scouring of a long river of time.
The background music, like a trickle, slowly flows into my heart. During the three hours of watching the movie, it provided a sensory experience as if I had only experienced an hour, and the soundtrack contributed a lot. And the story rhythm editing is even more commendable.
Feel the character charm brought by the characters from the details of the protagonist's experience. What is it that creates an artist? All of this is portrayed through a delicate veil. filled with the magical attraction of nature. The result is unparalleled sensory comfort. To make an inappropriate analogy, the sensory experience of the high-screen mobile phone is silky smooth, and every touch is a kind of enjoyment.
The rendering of the crowd's atmosphere and the trembling submerged in the frenzy make the war intensify, and on the artistic battlefield, the artists are also in the same confusion. What am I?
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