My favorite part of the journey makes people feel a strange desolation and loneliness. I want to find something but I can’t find it, but I’m always searching: looking for the relatives of Escada. Seeing that the woman has appeared in the photo, I find that I have a relationship with Ace. Kada has nothing to do; the old cowboy then wants to express love, but the ambiguous old woman tells that ambiguousness is ambiguous after all, and life is another matter; the frontier guards desperately want to run, but find that there is no way to run; The lonely and blind old man is waiting for his son's return, but his mind has already accepted the reality of a farewell. Even the request to end the loneliness quickly can only be an extravagant hope.
Of all of them, perhaps the old woman in the coffee shop is the real life. She knows what life is, knows what else to do in life beyond the ordinary, and knows what her lover cares about. Regardless of whether the cowboys, border guards, or beautiful women are just persevering in a near-helplessness, or in completeness, insisting on living, the old cowboy has a kind of tragic and vigorous, the border guards have a primitive sensuality, and the beautiful women bring With a kind of emptiness and despair.
After watching it, I am not amazed by the so-called skills of some soybean oils. Some are moved by the old cowboy's commitment to the promise, and I am deeply in love with the desolation and loneliness. Perhaps this is the color of this movie.
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