Since Woody Allen, his old man finally gave up his beloved New York, he began to gradually turn his sights on the European regions that he did not know but thought he could be familiar with. When his emotional entanglement turned to embrace his well-behaved Asian adopted daughter, I have to say that he opened a new chapter in his life.
He still discusses the selfishness, weakness and desire inherent in human nature, and still cynicism, eccentricity, but more and more warmth, more and more petty bourgeoisie, more and more towards the middle-class universal taste of Reader's Digest. When he was young, he talked about life, ideals, politics, philosophy, and art. Of course, he talked about love by the way. Now he talks about love. By the way, he talks about the irreversible cycle of life and death.
Is he really old?
People who love him, oh no, I can only represent myself, I like his self-proclaimed intellectual in the East Village of New York, relentlessly self-analyzing and analyzing others, and ruining good things for you while stealing The gloomy face of joy. When I watched his first film, Anne Hall in the 1960s, I couldn’t help sighing that this thin and shriveled man really took full advantage of the benefits. He can criticize reality but can be embraced tightly by reality. There are many non-mainstream people, but very Few people like him are neither mainstream but also recognized by the mainstream, in line with mainstream aesthetics and non-mainstream value orientation. When groups of literary and artistic youths came home after fighting hard in Yonew’s basement, his old man was sitting on the Diaoyutai alone, fame and fortune, beside him are such brilliant, intelligent and tasteful people as Diane Keaton and Mia Farrow. woman.
Now he is becoming more mainstream and more exotic. New York in his eyes is the real New York, but Europe in his eyes is Europe in the eyes of Americans. He likes Britain and Spain recently (who doesn’t like it), but you find that what he sees is no different from yours. The British pretend to be B and the Spaniard’s boldness are well known. The interpretation of an American old man is nothing more than a combination of Dial the actor with an American or Australian accent to train a London accent, and then put the style introduced in Lonely Planet with the corresponding story in it. These things happen in any corner, the effect is the same.
He is probably tired of New York, a Vanity Fair that has struggled for 40 years. New York's naked money and desires, as well as a large amount of unreliability, are also lackluster. He began to make scenic films, and reconciled with the world by driving Europe that he was not familiar with. Of course, he was still very pessimistic, he could never be optimistic, but after all he made people less uncomfortable, and after watching his movies. You can wash and sleep with a little thought.
His era is over, or as early as 40 years ago. These 40 years are nothing but long inertia.
He is an extremely smart person. I guess he knows that he is like Scarlet in "Midnight Barcelona". He is full of guts, crying and crying for freedom, but whether it is a conservative British accented girlfriend or a three-p The Spanish artist couple are actually more free and unreliable than her. This is probably the sorrow of Americans. They think they are literate and rebellious, but this is only in the United States.
Anyway, Woody's movie is unfortunately one of the few catalysts in my emotional life (for this alone, I have reason to love him for another 40 years or hate him for another 40 years). Whether it's the mutual cognition after watching Anne Hall with a classmate with the breath of American intellectuals in the 1960s, or the confusion brought about by "Midnight Barcelona", I have to say that Woody and I are very destined.
So just in case, I only dared to buy a disc to watch his new movie this time, and I was very happy to find that the seller was an aunt.
After spending two hours watching "you will meet a tal dark stranger", I realized that even if I watch this with Takeshi Kaneshiro, nothing will happen.
I finally understand that any talented person has a day when his talent will be exhausted, just like any romantic literary girl who will only wash his hands and make soup in the end.
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