Long nails and
long nails are Vivian, and Vivian is the bravest bastard in the world. In Bruce Robinson’s sad memory, Vivian didn’t look like Marlon Brando. He didn’t have the masculinity of Brando. He was thin and sloppy, and his greasy hair was combed back and looked at with horrified eyes. In this perverted world: "Thirteen million Londoners should wake up, murder, resist, rape!" He was wearing a white shirt with a small collar, green corduroy pants, a small khaki vest, and a silk scarf tied around his neck. In the cold and rainy London, he had to put on a trench coat. Yes, he has never belonged to the United States, he does not belong to the country that has no background or is too naive, he belongs to the kingdom of Keats and Byron, belongs to the hometown of Baudelaire, if in this day, he is The trend-setting metrosexual.
Yes, this is long nails. He is a poet, he is a performance artist, but his talent is not manifested by the Shakespeare and Keats he chants, but his lifestyle and attitude: like a poet in the 19th century, relying on parental support. Survively live, like the 18th century poets who relied on the mercy of the nobles to escape from the world, and acted like the conspirators in Benjamin's writings, using lies and deceit to make a living, using alcohol and drugs to numb them. However, unlike Antonioni's "Zoom", under the lens of Bruce Robinson, the indulgence of long nails has no reference to resistance and riots, without any absurd thinking of existentialism, and long nails even hates the great revolutionary writer Gorky's " Haiyan, then, let him be himself. When life burns out in the heavy rain, there is no need for anyone to accompany the long nails, nor any ideological improvement. The classic words and sentences in "Hamlet" are blurted out, but it is ridiculous that they are facing a group of incomprehensible animals.
The
"me" of my life with long nails is Bruce Robinson. "Me and Long Nails" is his autobiographical film. Maybe it was to bring out the long nails—Vivian's gorgeousness, "I" became so plain. The long nails costumes allow him to come from any era of capitalism, but I am a typical figure in the sixties: if the curly hair does not make you want to start, then, under the curly hair with a round frame black Sunglasses are enough to remind people of the great John Lennon. If this is not a deliberate joke, then "I" will represent another series of characters in British society and literature: their rationality can still fetter the saddle of irrationality. If "I" is John Lennon, then the long nails are Syd Barrett.
Well, if this is not what I want, "Me and Long Nails" is too reminiscent of Wong Kar-wai's "Happy Together". Lai Yaohui and He Baorong are copies of me and Long Nail. The feelings between them are too easy to think of Plato's love between the same sex. One takes care of someone, one is taken care of; the one being taken care of still deceives and laughs at him, so from doting to toleration and finally leaving, no one can explain the ambiguity and helplessness. The poor one is "I". After doing my utmost benevolence, perhaps the audience's favorite long nails is still invincible.
From London to the Lake District
To this day, "Me and Long Nails" has long been a cult classic. However, unlike many American independent films, if you don’t know enough about British culture and history, you won’t be able to get any information from this narratively plain film. We may have long been familiar with American drug culture and rock culture, and are fascinated by straightforward slang words and slang, but we can't get any in-depth understanding from the London-style and rhetorical British independent films.
The main plot of "Me and Long Nail" has developed from London to the famous Lake District, which itself is a historical retrospect of the two characters, Long Nail and "I". From the long nails back to Keats and then back to Wordsworth, the history of Britain has advanced for hundreds of years. When Wordsworth’s descendants returned to the place where they bred them in a radical way, the barriers, The helplessness and coincidence in the reincarnation of analgesia and history interlaced spontaneously. Several generations have passed, maybe they are still drinking the same whiskey, but things are not, the poet and the earth have long been alienated, and back to London, drug dealers brought the newest and most influential cocaine from South America, so an era It just passed, as the film constantly emphasized: in a few days, an era will end, and a new century will come.
In the loneliness of history, there are not only long nails, but also his uncle who is supposed to call Eton College and Oxford University, but is actually a transvestite gay, "I" walked out and disappeared, and was dark and dark in London. In the rain showers, history turned into a cloud of gray.
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