On the second day of the last day of the Shanghai Film Festival, there was a sudden heavy rain outside the Shanghai Film City.
Then in the afternoon, I finished watching "Dream Store" in Estonia, and in the evening, I am going to watch "Spanish Apartment" in France.
France and Spain are my favorite countries. France has existentialism, Paris, the Tower, and modern novels. Spain has Sanmao, a matador, and absurd literature. The combination of these two countries gave me a lot of expectations.
The Eastern European movie in the afternoon was a bit dull, obviously at a very average level, showing the peculiar simplicity, directness, and carnival of Eastern Europeans. Then we had dinner at the small restaurant opposite the studio. Vegetables, hot and sour soup, twice-cooked pork. There are people who go to the cinema to watch movies all around.
Halfway through the meal, the rain fell. Then, in a hurry, remember to cross the road with a girl, when the time comes, the face, body, and legs are all wet. The rain fell behind.
I remember it was in Hall 3, on the 6th floor. The video begins.
At the beginning is the collage technique commonly used by Europeans. The screen tears through a chaotic mood, young red, yellow, blue, green, big black, big white, interlaced, and then mixed together.
The rhythm is unprecedentedly abrupt, and the intermittent is unprecedentedly tense. From time to time to reveal a little confusion.
The plane took off and landed, and the story began.
A young French man did a doctoral research project and exchanged to a Spanish university to study economics and Spanish. Bid farewell to his girlfriend and mother, and flew to Spain alone.
After a lot of toss and turns, I came to the student apartment for exchange students. The roommates came from various countries, including Germany, the United States, the United Kingdom, Spain, France, and so on. Cultural differences began to manifest. At the round table, cultures of various countries began to settle in every corner of the lens, and cultural language began to be filled with the progress of the plot.
Emotions, life, language, culture, young people, crazy, and the world, all these tell us: how chaotic and organized the present is. I don't know if this explanation is clear. It is a miracle in itself to be able to gather together so mixed. Every conversation, every collision, every mood ups and downs is so inevitable, and it goes on smoothly.
The earth is turning and we are all watching.
I remember that the most classic shots appeared on the coast of Spain. Which side of the sea is France? Here? there? Looking across the sea, the distance is only a tangible barrier.
I remember the most funny story is that a few roommates helped deceive the British girl's British boyfriend, pretending to be gay, shed fake tears, and made me hug my belly.
The compartments of the refrigerator have their own nationalities, the rooms have the style of each country, their behavior is controlled by culture, and their feelings are driven by differences. Each character is trying to smooth the gap between himself and the world around him. The world of young people really has no limits.
Back in France, one year later, the pressure of the collision disappeared suddenly, but it became unreal. Why did it feel like work, love, and life so dull and hopeless? get away.
The subtitles slowly rise in the fast-paced tune. light is on.
Another utopian endeavor, where the soul is not light or heavy, is marked.
The rain stopped, and a girl slowly walked towards the station.
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