This is the kind of movie you want to watch in a cinema. Of course, if your home has a stereo comparable to a cinema and a screen comparable to a cinema, it’s fine.
The story is simple. A group of energetic dancers practiced dance in a school, so after we finished one or two long videos, a compact and gorgeous group dance filled our eyes.
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But this is just the beginning. At this time, the camera is still like a hound being held down, obediently and not moving randomly. Soon, after the yellow soup, everything will turn upside down, just as a drunk person sees it, just like a spirit. Seen by the deranged, just as a genius sees...
All the spaces will begin to rotate, sweeping towards our pupils, but this is not a change that can be completed in an instant, just like foreplay, it requires patience and footwork. It is a slow and uninteresting process.
People talk separately during the intermission, and all the words are overflowing with pheromones. This makes us thankful that we are not there or regret that we are not there, because Kaoru must die at the scene.
"Climax" is like an aphrodisiac that sinks into our stomachs. At first it seems ordinary and everything is fine, but under our skin, the muscles quietly move, and we are unconscious.
We followed one dancer after another, we watched their interactions with other people, and then after listening to a string of conversations, we found that the world began to spin, like a non-stop vinyl record, we were caught off guard
Unprepared, our senses are gradually being opened one after another. Those holes that accept external stimuli are secretly opened. When we realize that we should stop the hand that opens the hole, our bodies have become slaves to pleasure. , Can only respond reflexively to all stimuli
Waves of music poured in, waves of images poured in, we were dizzy in the deformed space, but desperately grasping everything that made us painful, swaying constantly, there is no possibility of stopping. , The dying reason told us: "Stop!" So everything slowed down, people's words became clear, those complaints, those last resort, those unsatisfactory...
Desire grabbed the microphone and told us: "Go on!" So the camera went crazy, the dancer went crazy, we went crazy. Everything moves at constant acceleration, all movement advances at constant acceleration, more colors, more beats, more complaints, more quarrels, more pushing, more and more are all stirred in a glass inside
But nothing was enough, so the hand of feeding did not stop, the hand of stirring did not stop, until it couldn’t stir, it didn’t stop, like an over-tightened screw cap. Finally, the spoon broke, splinters spattered, and the glass cup broken.
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