To change the world we shout hoarse. But it can also be just a shocking kiss. Freedom starts with sex if it does not start with politics. I was always deeply curious about the 1960s and 1970s. I think I am not a radical person, but in my bones I have a preference for gorgeousness and decadence. Who is cooler than "everyone is bisexual" and "make love, don't fight"? Who is more free and rebellious than Bohemia with gaudy eye makeup and gorgeous feathers? We always make a gesture first. Then touch the soul.
Hey. But how many people lost their way in a self-constructed idealism? Whether we changed the world or the world changed us, or finally is unknown through the eyes of being changed. It's like a ridiculous dream when I was young.
And in that dark night's dream. There is a boy who is so beautiful. With a childlike air, selfishness and pride are not concealed, sharp and self-righteous, but will always be forgiven, just for the purity.
Curt said that Brain will always get what he wants. But what does he want? In the flashback footage, the naked smile on the rooftop has a trance beauty. Is it a fantasy or a memory? The Emerald of the Happy Prince, there will always be someone trying to continue that journey, and if we miss it, there will always be someone going on, right?
ten years. Time has made youth a legend. The wound was scarred. The weird boy became an idol in the top. Make the mainstream voice grandiose. We grow through denial of ourselves. The love and struggle of the past seems to have become a history that has nothing to do with oneself. There is no memory. No need to sigh.
Hey. What about that revolution? How to close the awakened heart. Or from the eyes of others to cherish the memory of that journey?
Remember Mandy's first glance when he saw Brain. Avant-garde and presumptuous have all become helpless in the face of love.
Remembering Brain's first glance when he saw Curt. The breath of despair and violence radiated from the man's bones. He stood there dazedly, and he had only the idea of me wanting to be him.
I remember how Brain, who is already a superstar, stretched out his hand to the downturned Curt. He looked cheerful and bewildered, as if he was a child who saw an idol for the first time. The halo on my head was stunned by you. I only know that you are my god.
I remember that Curt said "You can be my main man" to Brain with a serious look. The boy opposite him raised his eyebrows and smiled, but his eyes were scorching bright. Regardless of the agent's face, he just said that I want to make music with you. .
I remember the entangled and chased eyes of Curt and Brain in "satellite of love". Curt raised his middle finger unscrupulously at the prying reporter, while Brain laughed openly and satirically but couldn't hide happiness. They used their expressions to say that the world we want to change, you guys. Just spectators.
I remember Brain standing in the center of the stage with his childish idealism sharply fighting back against the world, when he realized that his curious attention came from the desire to see him ugly, when he said "we are going to take over the world" and surrounded by mocking faces. , When he lowered his head for a moment with a confused and helpless look, Curt stood by his side and supported him with courage. If no one else’s kisses are so beautiful and stunning, just laugh, because the world is ours. Not yours.
I remember Curt’s wild guitar and Brain licking his strings under him almost erotically. Curt walked away gently under the chaotic, psychedelic and sluggish sex scene, and gave Brain a deep look. He He walked into the room under everyone’s gaze, but when the sun enveloped the two naked and quietly hugging boys with a faint golden light, it became the purest picture in the whole film, no matter how Mandy was. She deceived herself and understood that she and Brain had officially ended.
I also remember how Brain outside the recording studio was picking words and trying not to hurt Curt’s self-esteem. I remember that Curt was so furious that he couldn’t understand him and smashed the equipment, and I remembered that Brain stood at the window and screamed desperately at Curt’s back. There are signs of weeping after passing Mandy's eyes. I remember Brain's helplessness when he extinguished his cigarette butts. I remember the loneliness of Brain who could only watch him through the curtains. I remember Curt walking on the streets of New York and seeing Brain's blue hair. The light flashed through his eyes and the deep despair that followed. I remember that Brain watched Curt singing desperately on the stage alone but lowered the brim of his hat and turned away. I remember Curt asking Mandy if he saw the suppressed expectation when Brain came.
Then despair. despair. despair. Endless. We forgot the way back on the gorgeous stage. We have lost our comrades in the hope of changing the world. How we are inherently rebellious and uninhibited are entangled. So leave. The world collapsed. His life thereafter. Never remember each other again.
Curt's unruly is sincere. He lives in his own way, and the unrest on the stage comes from his heart, and love and hate also come from his heart. So he will not forget Brain, and he will try to continue his spirit.
Brain is cowardly. He was attracted by Curt and yearned for him and his life, but after the dream was shattered, he had only negative courage. The farce of death is an announcement of his true departure.
Then what's the story. That era has ended. Gorgeous, enchanting, psychedelic, stunning, despondent, profligate, sought after and cast aside, passionate hope and despair, seem to leave no trace, but always continue in different ways to this day.
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