It all started from a conversation between a writer living in the Budapest Grand Hotel and the owner of the hotel, and everything was about one person, Mr. Gustave (Mr. Gu). Mr. Gu used to be the concierge of the Grand Hotel. Those shallow, blond, lonely, rich old women were the main reason for patronizing the Grand Budapest Hotel, and because of this, they inherited the legacy of an old nobleman by mistake, including Budapest. big hotel.
What kind of person is Mr. Gu? A legendary hotel concierge, always neatly dressed, upright and courteous, there is still a cologne in the dormitory that can only accommodate one bed on the top of the hotel; the female nobleman died, he took the train to wear it After crossing the wartime border, she said the last sweet words to the last kiss by her coffin; in the prison, serving the prisoners and enjoying the desserts according to the standards of the Budapest Grand Hotel; after breaking out of prison, the first concern was not how to escape, and It is a set of clean clothes and cologne; hanging on the cliff, the killer is pushing the lifeline a little bit, he looks at the killer’s eyes and reads his favorite poem; when Zero is checked on the cross-border train, it is Zero, who is at the bottom of the society. Of refugees came forward. There is true affection when acting on the scene, regardless of identity, sharing weal and woe is a brother. This is Mr. Gustave.
There is such a person. Poor and low cannot make him fall, power cannot make him bend down, difficulties cannot make him compromise, and wealth cannot make him change. Hu Shi wrote that his mother was forced by creditors on New Year’s Eve and was full in the lobby. She still calmly arranged the New Year’s Eve dinner for relatives and friends. He was irritated by his family, but never said a word of seriousness. If he couldn't live, he cried softly in his own room. I still remember reading a collection of short stories. An unknown writer also wrote about his mother. The father is gone, but the mother has to use labor money on credit. It is hard to carry it. The family has to launder money, but they must wear clothes. The mother always has to iron her clothes overnight before she can get her upper body. I have also seen Su Qing write Zhang Ailing, but it was a small gathering in her family, but Zhang Ailing was dressed up. Su Qing felt that it embarrassed her, but Zhang Ailing just kept the scenery of the declining nobles in her house. I also remember reading the interview with Carlos Slim, the second richest man in the world, in the Financial Times. There is no yacht, no private jet, and the old house has lived since his first child was born.
Life is short and long. No matter how much you earn in this half-long life, it's just a coffin in the end. And how to make money in the middle, how many people care, how many people take it in their hearts, how many people have carefully asked exactly what it is, it depends on individual good fortune.
All the scenes of the whole movie are like oil paintings, the costumes, the characters, and the colors are full. Ah, what an exquisite age. The characters in the film were inspired by an Austrian writer during the Second World War. (Wiltz is most familiar with "A Letter from a Strange Woman".) What kind of era was that? Wiertz wrote in his book. At that time, the first page of the newspaper had poetry and philosophy. Discuss, of course, the newspaper must be ironed before you read it, otherwise your fingers will get ink. In the latter part of World War II, it seemed that such an era was cut off by the war. As a Jew, he had to flee to London for refuge, and then to New York, traveling and drifting non-stop. The way his life ends reminds me of many old Chinese literati. He and his wife swallowed tranquilizers and committed suicide in the apartment hand in hand. They wrote a suicide note: I think it better to conclude in good time and in erect bearing a life in which intellectual labour meant the purest joy and personal freedom the highest good on Earth. I think it’s better to end when it’s good. Life is meant to be the purest joy and personal freedom the highest good on Earth. Time is worth continuing... His memoir is called The World of Yesterday, the world of yesterday. Those who forsake me shall not stay the day of yesterday. Those who mess with my heart will worry too much today.
I like to go to antique shops, watching those days when the crystal cup is carved with dragons and phoenixes, watching the exquisite world of another world in the blacked snuff bottle, watching the gold pierced flowers on the old robe, every time I look at it. Thinking, why do we live so rough? In ancient times, the Chinese were probably the most alive. They wear different skins at different times in cold weather. If you wear them incorrectly, people will laugh at them. There are rusty flowers on your shoes, but they are covered by long clothes. I don’t see it, but I want it; I don’t know how much jade and gold and silver agate are worn on the head that I wear on my waist. A passage from Huxley’s beautiful new world shocked and saddened me: Knowledge was the highest good, truth the supreme value; all the rest was secondary and subordinate……Our Ford himself did a great deal to shift the emphasis from truth and beauty to comfort and happiness. Mass production demanded the shift. Universal happiness keeps the wheels steadily turning; truth and beauty can't. And, of course, whenever the masses seized political power, then it was happiness rather than truth and beauty that mattered .Knowledge was once the highest product, and truth has value above all else; everything else is subordinated. The rulers of this world have made great efforts to transfer the recognition of truth and beauty to comfort and enjoyment. Such a transformation is necessary for mechanized mass production. Universal enjoyment turns the wheel of history; truth and beauty cannot. Of course, once the value of public recognition is added to politics, then enjoyment will be higher than truth and beauty.
In the movie, when Mr. Gu and Zero crossed the national border train and were rescued by the last gentleness of this wartime world, he once said: Fortunately, there is still a trace of humanity in this barbaric and uncivilized world. But in the end, Mr. Gu died for his elegance in the movie. In reality, Rewiertz committed suicide because he was disappointed that he could not live in a pure world. Now, in the busy and ruthless steel forest, we climb to the top of the food chain for survival. Retain the last touch of elegance? Or the question is, can elegance and survival coexist?
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