Enchanting purple and enchanting green, lonely high heels.
Gorgeous rock.
London, New York, 1960s.
I saw the introduction of this movie on "Non-Music" many years ago. To rock, "training" heroes and homosexuals as selling points. Mentioned an emerald. The impression is very vague. It seems that there is also a translated name "Zizui Jinfan". At that time, I was like this movie, very chaotic. Hopeless, addicted to rock, movies, and promiscuity. I don't know if I watched this movie at that time, would I still be able to sit down calmly and type my thoughts in front of the computer. For two years, my normal life has made me calm and happy. Time is a strange thing. It can always leave something behind, but it hides itself in some smells, sounds, pictures, and some fragments. As long as these things are encountered again by us many years later, in those years, they will emerge like ghosts and charms, silently, but they can bewitching people's hearts.
Regarding love, it has nothing to do with gender.
Brian & Curt I believe that Brian fell in love with Curt when he first saw him. It was the kind of force that burst out freely, and Curt Wild conquered him. Brian's gloom and self-pity, the delicate sadness may be a kind of sexy. On the stage, the two people had a ritual intercourse. Brian knelt and licked Curt's guitar.
The pure white sheets, the two cuddling in the sun. kiss. breeze. I believe this is a wonderful experience of sympathy. Aesthetic. Yes, it is aesthetics. This has nothing to do with gender. I am not sure that it is love, but I understand the desperate emotions, intense and hopeless, and they are addicted to it and cannot extricate themselves. Deprive each other to gain your own sense of security.
So Brian could only wrap himself in a desperate black jacket, lower the brim of his hat, and leave quietly. Disappeared in the gray and fuzzy crowd. Ren Curt lay on the stage, groaning hopelessly. What were they thinking about at that time? Is it the moment when love exists? Or hopelessly waiting when separation is about to come?
Brian & Mandy "I lost my girlhood, true. But it was for you." Mandy choked to Brian when talking to him for the last time. I like this line, but I don't like the actor's performance here, because the crying is somewhat artificial. I like this line so much, because every girl becomes a woman for a boy. I'm not talking about physical, but the vicissitudes of life in my heart. We love a man wholeheartedly, maybe only once, but we can't wait for that man, from pure and delicious to corruption and withering, from night to dawn, the stars shift, the wind is passing, and the skin mottle spreads in the corner of the eye. We are finally old, we are no longer the innocent little girl, looking forward to a perfect love like a lollipop. We are no longer angels, nor elves, we have fallen into the mortal world, just for such a stunning man. He is feminine and self-pity, treating life as a drama, he just hopes that he is the most beautiful. That's it.
Regarding rock and roll, a
dark bar that has nothing to do with life, and an open-air stage with sparks. I used to love such a place. Look up at the shining stage with everyone. Rock, rocker. There is a natural charm and sexy. Yes, resist, deny, resist. They are all such words that have a fascinating power, and we reject everything within the system.
So what is a broker? Since the day rock was born, it has been inseparable from the copper smell of money. So many drugs, homicide and suicide. Rockers are affirmed by everything by rebelling against everything, false luxury and power. Just like white heroin, it easily drifts away in the wind.
Curt finally said to the author: a real artist creats beautiful things and...puts nothing of his own life into them. …We set out to change the world and ended up...just changing ourselves. Yes, Brian is too deep For the luxurious beauty, when the gunfire sounded, the heavy body slowly fell to the ground, the huge white feathers raised high, the beauty was so helpless. At the same time, he was cowardly, and the artificial assassination made the poignancy of the form into a real comedy.
Maybe rock and roll only exists in that moment of wanton blooming on the stage. Hehe, thinking of another line, I wanted to have a good rock and roll. Who knew I would be rocked in the end. Life is mediocre, full of ordinary things such as eating and drinking Lazard. But this is life, it has nothing to do with rock.
Let us remember that era again. 1969
69 was a charming posture, and it was also a charming era. Anti-war, silence after the hustle and bustle. No one believes in utopia. No one puts hope on the revolution anymore. The tradition has collapsed. Everyone is immersed in a sense of infinite psychedelic, squandering youth and luxury. This is an era of possibility.
Thick eyeshadow, glittering sequins.
Enchanting purple and enchanting green, lonely high heels.
Gorgeous rock.
London, New York, 1960s.
We don't know the sunrise and sunset in Tanmeizhong, and our lives are geometric.
The movie ends, but life never ends. An era has passed, and we are still on the road. The extravagant purples and greens played out again in the autumn and winter last year. In spring, the shell fades, revealing the pink color, baby blue & baby pink, we are reborn in the color. Looking up to heaven, purple drunk and gold fan.
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