Woody Allen has formed a unique style of philosophical presentation of daily life. He is good at intercepting dramatic fragments of Yongchang's life and dismantling the grand value meaning step by step through dialogue and environment. When he dissects life in character dialogue, I often feel that he speaks out the secret words in my heart.
"A Rainy Day in New York" originally reminded me of Wong Kar-wai. If in Wang’s lens, a rainy day should be photographed gracefully and poetically, or in a gloomy, lazy city in the south, with light rain, and the hero and heroine are in decadence. Exhaust the passion of life. In Woody Allen's film, the rain falls from the sky in a dense and rustling manner, and the graceful atmosphere is not the purpose. He prefers to use the rainy environment to set off the protagonist's distressed life fragments. In the film, the rain is a disordered life, an expanded and broken emotion, a lingering passion, and a catalyst to advance the story.
This film and the recently watched "Marriage Story" both talk about love. One is about couples in love gradually losing control because of a trivial matter. One is that couples in marriage have become tit-for-tat enemies in the tug-of-war of divorce. Love appears and disappears from time to time in the long battle, and is in danger of perishing. Love, in these two films, was deconstructed and torn apart. Sadly, the love presented in the film seems to be more like real love. The relationship between people is really just like what Sartre said, "Others are hell." Communication and understanding often fail to achieve the intended purpose. In many cases, they are ineffective or even counterproductive. Love is not so sublime. It is the expression of the relationship between two people. To be more precise, what we call "love" is actually just a kind of "feeling". The nature is more illusory than the air, invisible and incapable of grasping. Sometimes the feeling of love comes, and the passion for each other is infinite, but sometimes because of a word or a small matter, this feeling suddenly disappears. Affectionate, just the maintenance and superposition of this feeling, makes them become memories in daily life, and they are selected according to personal choices. When the selected memories are more happy than misfortune, love is sweet and moves forward steadily. When the selected memory contains more misfortune than happiness, love will be unsustainable.
We all want to yearn for understanding, but the more we grow up, the more desperate we are for this desire. Understanding, it seems that it will never be possible. Everyone looks at problems with prejudice. Inevitably, we are subject to where and where we are. And the understanding between people can only be established based on a certain consensus, which is the most difficult thing to find. Moreover, the consensus between individuals is never an eternal consensus. It is too good at disguising and transforming, making it impossible to find. Communication is the prerequisite for understanding. Why do I often feel that there are more barriers between people's communication than understanding? I have to repeatedly argue and explain to let others understand my intentions, and for others, I can't understand his meaning appropriately.
The Tower of Babel is always a beautiful extravagant hope. It will eventually be destroyed by God's punishment. How can love be spared.
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