From "The Garden of Words" to "Five Centimeters Per Second" to "The Other Side of the Cloud, the Promised Place", watching the three works of Makoto Shinkai in reverse order, I realized that all these works were originally made by him for himself. Yes, it just happened to hit the soft part of everyone's heart. Thinking about it this way, it is natural that there is a lot of stream of consciousness, blank space and jumps in the film. After all, in the imaginary world, many things are not important at all, and they do not need to be drawn or spoken.
Of course, after all, it is necessary to make money to be released, so in the film, I still try to tell the story clearly, but Makoto Shinkai, who is more delicate, seems to have been unable to find a way to tell the story. Looking back at the memorable parts of a few works, you will find that when it comes to a slightly longer story line, it is about a simple "a few years later". On the contrary, it is the settings of those small scenes that make people applaud. From the pavilion in the rain and the corner of the stairs in "The Garden of Words", to the railroad tracks and grocery store in "Five Centimeters Per Second", to the factory and ward in "Beyond the Cloud, the Promised Place", the details are full of details and just right The rhythm is controlled, like the open bow and arrow with ten rings of the target, strung together the good and the bad in the memory, the moment it hits the bullseye because of the inertia, it is like the huge smoke after the rocket is launched, gradually After dissipating, it was found that the sky was still very blue.
There are many flaws in the sci-fi setting of "The Other Side of the Cloud, the Promised Place", or in other words, the role of sci-fi here is only to set off the atmosphere and create conflict, not the focus of the story. When I see film reviews with various complaints, I feel that they have missed something more important because they can't accept other people's imagination. There are already too many stories in the parallel universe, and the research institute and black technology also have the feeling of "Neon Genesis Evangelion", but these are too outrageous, they are equivalent to a few trees on the background board, all the background settings are to create A separation, a loneliness, a search.
What is separation? Maybe it's the unbridgeable gap between teachers and students in "The Garden of Words", maybe it's the tram that stopped due to heavy snow in "Five Centimeters Per Second", maybe it's the three years in "Beyond the Cloud, the Promised Place" Upside down.
What is loneliness? Maybe it's the shoes that were made in "The Garden of Words" but couldn't be sent out, maybe it was the letter full of longing that was blown away by the wind in "Five Centimeters Per Second", maybe it was "The End of the Cloud, the Promised Place" One of them roams the parallel world.
Looking for what? Maybe it's every morning in "The Garden of Words" that looks forward to rain, maybe it's a text message without a recipient in "Five Centimeters Per Second", maybe it's the final flight in the sky in "Beyond the Cloud, the Promised Place" homemade aircraft.
Suddenly realized that Xin Haicheng has just been telling the same story again and again, but every time it is still moving. I can't help but wonder what the mystery is. In the end, I found out that there is no mystery, it is just a beautiful hope in my heart, and the true feelings are naturally revealed. Gu Long wrote it better:
> April in the Central Plains is like March in the south of the Yangtze River, when Yingfei and grass grow, it is the time when the spring is the brightest and the spring is the most intense, but unfortunately at this time, the spring has already passed. When the sunset is most beautiful, it is always near dusk. There are many things in the world like this, especially some very brilliant and beautiful things. So you don't have to be sad or regretful. Even if you go to the rivers and lakes to catch up with spring, you don't have to keep it. Because this is life, there are some things you can't keep. You must learn to endure its ruthlessness before you know how to enjoy its tenderness.
On the other side of the cloud, the agreed place is a high tower. At the end of the story, the tower no longer exists. Without the promised place, life will start anew. The agreement is never a place, but a common desire.
Wake up! The prodigal son sings a song for you, urging you not to shed tears.
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