Smoke-filled touch

Isac 2022-08-20 12:35:20

The old text

really loves the ending story. The black and white playback like an old movie made me almost cry. Seeing the vicissitudes of life written on the gully on the old woman's face, and half of her eyes closed, a hint of happiness was revealed.

The smoke reminds me of the ridiculous things in Brooklyn, but the warmth in the smoke is even greater. I personally think that Paul Benjamin is the incarnation of Paul Auster in the film, and he always likes to play such word games. The somewhat neurotic writer raised his glasses and looked at everything that happened around him, using a ticking typewriter to change them into black and white. This is the magic of the writer. He looks like a typical intellectual, but he is not shy. And the story about the weight of the smoke and dust at the beginning is a knowing smile. You think there are too many things in life that cannot be measured, such as the sky or the human heart. However, if you have the intention, all of this can of course be expressed by measurement. Even if it is filled with smoke in the air, it will still retain the original quality, the most authentic thing. At the end of Auggie's story, the writer's red eyes, but tears did not fall after all. Such a detail makes me seem to have touched the softest part of his heart.

Auggie is also a character I like very much. He is just a simple citizen who runs his own cigarette shop. However, his four thousand photos of the same scene are a kind of extraordinarily sentimental and waiting. I can’t help but think back to the thought that I had also moved to record those people and things in the same space at the same time, but after all, I didn’t have a “story” camera, nor did I have the same perseverance and determination as him.

The movie is divided into five segments, which connect all these events in New York into a complete story. Although the relationship between the characters is complicated and intertwined, this form is not messy, on the contrary, it organizes a clear image in the viewer's mind. Those human affairs that emerge are diffused like smoke, but if you concentrate on one point, you can still see the clear faces of the characters in the smoke and the recurrence of the story scene.

I can't say how novel and interesting the ending story is, but from Paul Auster's writing, there is a warm and charming charm. The close-up of Auggie's face made my mind move only with his narration, so I put myself in that scene completely, to feel the warmth of the old woman's embrace.

New York is a big apple, but also a big stage, condensing Pepsi in life, condensing the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of life.

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Smoke quotes

  • [last lines]

    Paul Benjamin: Bullshit is a real talent Auggie. To make up a good story you have to know how to push all the right buttons. I'd say you were up there with all the masters.

    Auggie Wren: What do you mean?

    Paul Benjamin: I mean um,

    [chuckles]

    Paul Benjamin: it's a good story.

    Auggie Wren: Shit, if you can't share your secrets with your friends, then what kind of friend are ya?

    Paul Benjamin: Exactly. Life just wouldn't be worth living, would it?

  • Auggie Wren: The boys and me were just having a philosophical discussion about women and cigars.

    Paul Benjamin: Well I suppose that all goes back to Queen Elizabeth.

    Auggie Wren: The Queen of England?

    Paul Benjamin: Not Elizabeth the Second, Elizabeth the First. Did you ever hear of Sir Walter Raleigh?

    OTB Man #1, Tommy: Sure. He's the guy who threw his cloak down over the puddle.

    OTB Man #2, Jerry: I used to smoke Raleigh cigarettes. They came with a free gift coupon in every pack.

    Paul Benjamin: That's the man. Well, Raleigh was the person who introduced tobacco in England, and since he was a favorite of the Queen's - Queen Bess, he used to call her - smoking caught on as a fashion at court. I'm sure Old Bess must have shared a stogie or two with Sir Walter. Once, he made a bet with her that he could measure the weight of smoke.

    OTB Man #3, Dennis: You mean, weigh smoke?

    Paul Benjamin: Exactly. Weigh smoke.

    OTB Man #1, Tommy: You can't do that. It's like weighing air.

    Paul Benjamin: I admit it's strange. Almost like weighing someone's soul. But Sir Walter was a clever guy. First, he took an unsmoked cigar and put it on a balance and weighed it. Then he lit up and smoked the cigar, carefully tapping the ashes into the balance pan. When he was finished, he put the butt into the pan along with the ashes and weighed what was there. Then he subtracted that number from the original weight of the unsmoked cigar. The difference was the weight of the smoke.

    OTB Man #1, Tommy: Not bad. That's the kind of guy we need to take over the Mets.

    Paul Benjamin: Oh, he was smart, all right. But not so smart that he didn't wind up having his head chopped off twenty years later. But that's another story.