I don't know how to describe the feeling right now, depression? Sad? Or endless sadness?
Everyone here seems to be a puppet of fate, and the Japanese puppet show at the beginning of the film also quietly hints at this theme. They are tossing around in a manipulated life all their lives, and death is not necessarily the end.
Very clear picture, very beautiful lens, very depressed expression, very calmly waiting for the death and danger of life.
Maybe it's because life is very resilient. Takeshi Kitano used such a cold and violent lens to grab every soul until he couldn't breathe, and he couldn't tell whether there was enough oxygen around him to sustain life.
I am almost unfamiliar with every actor here, but the stories they deduce deeply shocked me: a long red rope leads two people who are confused, one is the hopeless Matsumoto, and the other is the innocent Sawako. They pass by all the things in this world, strange people, strange worlds, strange station after station... Their clothes are always changing, and the deep meaning is rendered from one shot to the next. The love regret of the gang boss and the old lover, the tragic tacit understanding between Yamaguchi Haruna and Onui, and the unfortunate death of Matsumoto and Sawako. These seem to be artificial, because all of this is a predetermined occurrence, the drama is arranged to miss and despair, the eldest lover finally changed his clothes and decided to wait and hope for a good love, but he will never appear again Now, the most depressing thing is that his lover waited all his life, but he didn't know that the last person he wanted to wait for was him more than 20 years ago; In order to meet Haruna Yamaguchi, Onui was putting her When the photo album was printed in my mind, I blinded my eyes in an instant. Finally, after seeing Yamaguchi, he who could have harvested love was suddenly killed on the road. At this time, Yamaguchi on the beach was also waiting for something. ; When seeing the hotel where they were engaged, Sawako wept and pulled out the necklace around her neck, Matsumoto hugged her excitedly, and when the long trek seemed to be over, they ended up unexpectedly rolling off in the snow. The cliff hangs upside down on the branch, reflecting the immortal setting sun... There are also many occasional little characters in the play, such as Mr. Aoki, who looks forward to, hopes and then waits obsessively, such as the bodyguard pool, he looks at everything with cold eyes, but the life Disillusionment strikes this tenacity again and again, are we all dolls after all? Whose doll is it?
This film is very quiet, so quiet that after watching it, I want to shout, want to vent desperately, and the depression and suffocation in my consciousness are extremely huge. I don’t know what kind of brushstrokes should be used to construct this feeling.
The cold picture, beautiful to the point of tears, was shocked and broke into the mind more than once. Fate is not a pure imagination.
Unconscious walking, the long road has no end, but different people are walking on it, each doing their own thing.
Kitano Takeshi's arrangement, I can't guess the symbol of life in it, but I just feel that people's journey has been edited too long. A lonely person, step by step, slowly, not in a hurry, to the end.
The red rope swept over every inch of the land behind them, all the way, smoothly and steadily, with a loud sound.
I also felt that life is a long hike, so I don’t care about anything anymore, because once the journey ends, everything is meaningless, and the things that I worked hard for are gone for a while, which may be more painful.
After watching this film, I didn't want to talk for a long time, maybe I also fell into the memory or imagination of the doll, and that's it.
What is rare is that the sun is shining today, and it is a winter that is not like winter in this small northern city.
I called my dad at noon and no one answered, so I just finished watching the movie and called again. Just now my dad and mom called back, and my mom told me all about the cuteness of my little brother. For a while, I felt so happy one after another. Pulling our happiness sustenance.
Don't think about the feeling of being surly. When the sun comes up, everything will be beautiful. Come on!
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