There was a dream-inspiring afternoon in a certain year. The breeze was blowing, the sun suppressed the shadows of the trees, and the small awns were floating lightly above the desks. There was a smooth and beautiful stream from the old 29-inch TV in the large classroom. The melody, like an accordion gliding neatly and brightly on the mountain path... Oh, this movie is so beautiful, I like it, I was sleeping on the desk at that time, thinking in a daze.
Many days have passed since then. Remembering the name "Postman" is like remembering a beautiful dream. It merges with the harmonious atmosphere of that afternoon without any gap. It is never seen before and clearly. The joy and faith that grew in the heart, Louis Bacalov's soundtrack was simple and beautiful, with the tangy Italian taste like a piece of black forest cake, and conquered a lazy student in his sleep.
In my classic film and television appreciation class, shuttled among those difficult and dull images, carefully identifying details on the screen with strong sunlight reflection, and how many hours of silence did you have to practice your eyeball endurance? How much pleasant experience did you have? I used to stubbornly never give up every opportunity to watch a movie in order to obtain the truth of the film. At different stages of life, we intercepted different needs from movies and gained different levels of understanding. Now I gradually understand that it is rare in the world to miss this. The thing, at that young age, even if you hoard all the stories, all you can digest is only twenty years of growth experience.
Therefore, I fell in love with "The Postman" so naturally, and after a long time of silent love, I actually watched this movie. In the lively theme soundtrack, I smiled and burst into tears. Slipping, this feeling is neither more nor less, neither is it so tragic that it is heartache, nor is it to echo its many glory and give it a hypocritical support. The beauty of "The Postman" is like Zhu Ziqing's "Back View", every verb, every statement, there is no extra sensationalism, it is not a kind of premeditated creation of moving, it is simple and plain, dilutes the means to invisible, but It seduce our most sensitive spiritual touch, because there are as many weaknesses that can be used in the flesh and blood, there are as many desires to pray for guidance. We need faith to make up for all misfortunes and deficiencies. From physical defects or illnesses to ups and downs and losses in fate, all imperfect circles will be fulfilled through powerful spiritual supplies. On a small Italian island lacking fresh water, fishermen live hard and poor. The faces of young people who are tortured by the sun and sea breeze are as rough as the land. The ruthless government and parties always deal with the simple people. Cheating time and time again, even in such a harsh environment, there are shining moments in life, director Michael Radford used a gentle, smiling tone to deal with the tone of the entire film. Although there is a clear left-leaning in political orientation, it is still insulated from the angry and blind vocabulary of "revealing", "spurring" and "indicting". What we always remember is that Mario rode his bicycle fast on the mountain road, traveling between the post office and Neruda’s residence with eagerness and excitement. He is like the literary youth born in China in the 1980s. The same, with the light of ignorant idealism, urging myself to go further and further on this road. "Postman" gives us an excellent time projection association. The more miserable the time, the more we need dreams to support reality, the paler and quieter the appearance, and the more undercurrent of enthusiasm. If everything is at your fingertips, who knows what preciousness is, so is money, so is love, so is books, and so is music. Use spiritual fullness to make up for material suffering. This truth has been confirmed in many times. The joy of Mario learning to write poetry with Neruda is happy compared with the joy of singing on KTV today. , It’s just that the former is more like refined pure cannabis, while the latter is poppy husk floating in Little Sheep’s hot pot soup. Frequent stimulation can cause dullness, and the overwhelming choice makes many people no longer choose. However, criticizing this new century is as straightforward and without any difficulty as swearing on Song Zude’s blog. So what I mean is actually, why "The Postman" is so touching, it is because of a certain feeling that has become extinct in this new century, because of the humiliating attitude of images-you will never forget the chaotic conflict in the middle of the proletarian revolution parade, Mario recites for the stage The prepared poem was like a fallen leaf crushed by people's life-threatening steps. At this time, the intoxicating and bright movie theme music damnly rang, with an uncontrollable heart trembling, and tears washed his face faster than imagined. It’s greasy, you find that you have reached a spiritual climax unknowingly... Mario has lost the life that can listen to the waves and look up at the stars. Atriche has lost her husband, her son has lost her father, and Neruda has lost one. Sincere friends, fate will make people lose a lot of things, but it can never take away happiness. Why does this film seem unpretentious at all? People like me who are full of hostility and vigilance towards today’s culture can temporarily relax their nerves. It enters us in a friendly and equal way. Mario uses poetry to get it. The love of Trichet, the illiterate fishermen on the island who have a high respect for the poet Neruda, these things have allowed literature to regain its dignity, although it portrays the ignorant people like "The Beautiful Legend of Sicily" The cruel side of his human nature is also very fierce, but it’s better to shed tears because of being moved than because of misery. I think this movie still follows my principle of occupancy. When Chen Kaige used the first and last echoes advocated in the college entrance examination composition in the three-minute short film commemorating the 60th anniversary of Cannes, the plot exudes a lustful flattery. I basically understand why I always miss the "Postman" 13 years ago. It uses a scraping style to teach you how to heal your pain. Like Maximilian Hecker's incense and massage-like ecstasy music, it is actually a healing energy that goes the same way by different routes.
I have also studied cultural speculation vigorously. I know that gay movies are easier to make their debut in film festivals and film magazines, and I also know that if you can’t hit the edge of violence and eroticism for a while, you’ll get a mess. The subject matter of scum can at least not be popular, but it is only those works that are really needed that make the copywriters truly devote their words. "First, the sound of waves in the bay, soft; second, the waves, loud; third, the sound of wind passing over the cliff; fourth, the sound of wind sliding across the bushes; fifth, the sound of dad’s sad fishing nets; Sixth, the church bells; seventh, the star-filled sky on the island, I have never felt the sky so beautiful; eighth, my son’s heartbeat."
Only 12 hours after the filming of the film, the Italian actor Massimo Troisi, who played Mario, died of a heart attack and died young. What Mario left to Neruda is the above passage, and what Massimo Troisi left to the audience is "The Postman". I think that is enough to make you stare into the distance for a long time, recalling what you have lost and ignored in this world. everything.
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