Yeah, kid, let's drift.
They rode one after another from the mist-dissipated woods, walked across the Dai-colored mountains with white clouds hanging above their heads, walked through the yellow sand wilderness, walked through the gap between the huge stone barrier and the valley with scattered bones. Across the grassy plains.
They silenced the residents who had gone through the drums and singing, sleeping under the starry night with their own minds, occasionally picking up poems and sayings, taking themselves out of the water, and drying all their property all the way. Eating alcohol and biscuits, shooting by mistake or accuracy.
They have experienced light penetrating through the cracks of leaves, exposed to long periods of sun to make their skin red, enjoyed the refreshment of a cloudy day, and encountered thunderstorms that soaked their bodies.
He ran away from him and was picked up by him. He helped him shave and tied him to the tree. They don't trust and trust each other, they protect and rebel against each other. They are like masters and servants, like friends, like father and son, like brothers.
He said kid, les't drift.
He said that the sixteen-year-old Jay is different from them. Jay thinks this is a world full of kindness.
Jay himself is like a fairy tale. He is a little nobleman, modest and polite. He set off from Scotland alone to the western United States in search of love. He set off from Scotland to the western United States alone, with a teapot, books, shirt and an unloaded gun with him. He would stop to listen to other people's music and say "love and death are everywhere" in French. He can tell the names of the constellations in the sky and have weird dreams. He is happy to talk to people. The north is "war and pain", and the south is "dream and exhaustion." He was pale and slender, dressed in a blanket like a weak animal cub. He opened a pair of innocent eyes and couldn't see anything. He didn't know that the people he met along the way came to capture his lover, and he didn't know that this one beside him was the hunter.
Finally he broke free of the rope and rushed into his lover's house. Then the bullet from the lover rushed into the heart. He died, and he never heard her say love before he died.
He said that life is higher than survival.
The fairy tale was broken. There was laughter in the theater. But dying for love is itself a fairy tale.
When I left the theater, I kept thinking about why I couldn't laugh anymore.
There are many subtle jokes in the film. At the beginning of the three-party meeting, Silas took the gun directly from Jay's hand, flipped through his luggage at random, asked him for money and used him as an attendant. Jay was swept away by Werner and broke the only raw egg. The conversation between Silas and Payne, "Fuck yourself." "I tried, believe me, I really tried." The little story about the forged wanted warrant by the campfire. Jay caught the arrow with the palm of his hand and defeated the horse thief with a portable clothesline. Rose's always broken butter box. There are various ways to die in the gunfight, revealing the ass of the corpse. Jay was NTR face-to-face, and then the wound was sprinkled with salt. Jay's strange dream finally came true.
But these jokes are actually sad things. The so-called black humor is like this.
The audience made a tacit smile when they saw a close-up of the crotch.
This time Lao Fa played a western cowboy (robber) who broke away from the organization. Biting the cigar, pressing the torn cap, and putting the gun on the waist. Use a whistle instead of greeting, and sing a song against the wall when shot. The faint banter on the face and the obvious vicissitudes of life are real life pictures.
Silas is not a villain. He is taking care of this too young companion. He kept the wanted warrant from Jay's sight all the way. He asked him "Do you love her" all the way, and persuaded him to "go home". He would never kill without a reason.
Silas has seen countless corpses in his life, but perhaps he has never seen such a simple child. Seeing his death, he was not very sad. But he remembered what he learned from the child, and he began to live, taking care of the child's lover and other children.
Perhaps in a certain starry night, he would think: Orion, Ursa Major, Draco... Jay Cavendish. Killers, robbers, gunfire from the adult world and love killed a thin soul.
The tone and composition of the film can only be described as pleasing to the eye. It is difficult for me to describe the superior quality of many pictures, and how they look...real and dreamy when paired with a beautiful and appropriate soundtrack. The open and rich scenery of the west makes this slow story more appealing. They are like natural blanks or natural narration.
The lines are not too many, most of which can be pondered. The story is clearly explained, and the clues are concise. The grandparents, aunts and uncles at the scene were also very happy. At the end, everyone applauded unanimously.
I believe it will last a long time, like the long vibrato of stringed instruments after the end of the music and the slight sigh after the poem is read.
PS: I just watched it at the Shanghai International Film Festival. Because the film is so beautiful, I can’t wait to write down my feelings. If there is any memory error, please forgive me.
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