Perhaps everything that lingers in the artist’s mind is poetic literature and art. Therefore, the war in Polanski’s films is for one person, love is for two people, and happiness is for three people. (He once said that it is best to continue the passion of love. The way is to give birth to a baby to co-act,) and life seems to be four people. This can probably be classified as a Romance film style. Actors do not need too much, and the theme does not need to be framed. Love and desire, heart and love are like whirling stars. Open the skylight and flash to your heart's content. There is nothing that cannot be performed, as long as their existence is natural and vivid. Interestingly speaking, Polanski has always known that different moods and feelings are different, so his movies swing with passion and desire. For example, the bright moon hanging outside the curtain, it has the difference between sweetness and bitterness, and it will also smudge different colors of love and hatred in the hearts of different people.
Just like Oscar and Mimi’s crazy lust, this cluster of blooming roses is supposed to be the quiet beauty in the secret garden in the room that covered the curtains. After being awakened by the ethics of human nature, it naturally became profound. The experimental specimens of research value are like two flying butterflies, lying under the microscope, looking up, not knowing whose eye it is. I think this is the fascinating thing about "Bitter Moon". I almost forgot the other couple Nigel and Fiona who were brought to the stage of this tragedy. To be more precise, I did not forget it. It was like Polanski's straightforward division of the plot, which separated love and life. Tumbled in the spicy pot of Oscar and Mimi's passion for a while, and then jumped into the clear soup pot of the numb marriage of Nigel and Fiona to cool down the desire.
These two experiences have the same beautiful feelings, perhaps due to the vivid charm of Hugh Grant and Christine's free interpretation, their restrained and discordant notes, and the dramatic play of the emotion of the game on the increasing scale, especially When Fiona saw that her husband Nigel ran to listen to Oscar’s self-dissected "Midnight Talk" again and again, she also used the attitude of fulfilling her promise, from the bridge friend to Mimi, ambiguous or proactive, in short revenge. Nigel, if he cheated on her, she could be better than blue. This may be the string of bubbles emerging from the stagnant water, which proves that the passion of love is still there, and that beyond Oscar and Mimi, the sharp life is still there.
Of course, the most profound is still in the bits and pieces of Oscar's memories. What a pitiful pity it is for Mimi who lost her self for love. This passage of emotional turbulence made me sincerely admire Polanski's unique way of insight into human nature, as well as the delicate and clear emotional clues. A word that means "abnormal" cannot interpret Oscar's "greedy" desire, and this desire is not just a desire for everything, it also has the urge to tire and destroy everything. One day, Oscar will spurn all the memories he and Mimi once had. This is inevitable. When Mimi's kneeling posture of crying and begging and a close-up shot of Oscar's lower body were used to combine a game of "abuse" and "being abused", "Bitter Moon" instantly transformed from a grotesque experimental sketch in my mind. A serious film art for joking about life.
In short, moonlight and lover, milk and razor, voyage of heart sail, sparkling sea level, strangeness a step away, tacit betrayal, waiting close at hand, no matter how many sensual phrases are used. Together, it seems impossible to say any kind of love affair from love to hate, then to love, and then to hate.
The love between Oscar and Mimi is as fierce as underground lava. It really looks like a dormant volcano that collides and bursts. The splendor of the whole body is just a momentary phantom, instead of the passion of variable illusion and temptation, it is restored again. Dead still, even more tragic, the conjoined landscape turned into a broken ruin, no one had the courage and strength to turn around, and finally submerged all of this with a sea of blood. For Oscar and Mimi, who loves the most, It is as long as centuries of lingering, destined to be lost in some unexpected accidents, two or three? Bullet's mission is always so simple and cold.
Love is sealed in the heart, like a double-edged sword rusted in its sheath. When it escapes from the heart and exposed to the sun, the colorful ribbons dance on its jerky face and make it breathe wildly. Because of this or that reason, I will be paranoid to cut off the pain, and only keep happiness. As a result, I will scratch myself and destroy others in the illusion of only one step away from suffering. People who have loved and are still in love may laugh at my narrow-mindedness of "eating grape sour". It is also possible, hiding in a dark corner and rewarding me with a "you seem to understand" look. Perhaps, crazy love itself is a story. It is like a glass water mirror bordered by gold threads on a dressing table. It has been shining on the beautiful scenery. If one day angers on it, there will be noises, and there will be only fragments of memories.
It must be dangerous to get too much. How can people and Pai Yao compare with each other? People should learn to have them slowly and digest them slowly, until the end of their life course, and then spread their hands to return the world to the children, gloriously Nothing. However, it cannot be denied that there are those who are eager to eat to become fat with one bite, and there are those who want to spend their entire lives to enjoy the blessings of the past, this life and the afterlife, and there are those who race non-stop with the material. I also saw a busy businessman who was talking about business on the phone while inserting a straw into the hot coffee, and it burned his throat.
In addition, making a series of categories of similar items may also be a portrayal of mood. After reading the story of Cinderella, I followed the clues of "Cinderella" and tried my best to find all the same stories, wanting to comfort my soul's longing. I remember that year and month, all year long, I only looked forward to the Spring Festival Gala on TV. On New Year’s Eve, I sat in front of the TV and waited excitedly, but after nine o’clock, I would forget my heartfelt feelings in the contradiction of fear of time passing too fast. And the so-called "good" has abandoned me. The Japanese's fascination with cherry-blossom-like "annihilation" death is a mysterious aesthetic and culture, but it is necessary to think carefully about where the human beings who use it to its fullest come from. It is the desire that we cannot grasp, and we want to fully possess. It is also the human desire to have everything, but in fact it is lack of greed, and after all, abandonment and indifference caused by scars from the inside out.
When I was young, I seemed to hate some aliens who fled the solidified moral camp. I never thought that they explored certain niches of human nature more deeply than I did. Long ago, Hai Shi said that such people were too "greedy." I added a word with a domestic taste with the education I received. Haishi said that it was a bit too much, and then he emphasized "greed", and I remembered such a word. Revisiting "Bitter Moon", and hearing Polanski use Osker's last words as their sacrifice with "greed", I felt like a pumpkin lantern with a smiling face in my heart, a kind of ecstasy that I fully understood. Greed is indeed a curse, and it is a more appropriate term to respect differences and differences. It is very easy to complete paranoid infatuation, possession and destruction, most of which lead to tragedy.
Back in reality, Mimi became Polanski's wife, which is really an amazing off-screen play. Polanski was unruly, but it was indeed free and easy. He asked the reporter that I was not alone in making movies with my wife, which just revealed his serious attitude towards art. PS: I heard Sister Ai’s mobile phone ringtone and used Sam Brown’s music stop, and then remembered the movie "Bitter Moon", and then ran a cat's claw a few times. Some words are incoherent, right when I wrote it in my sleep.
The music in the play is all original sung.
La Mer——Charles Trenet
Slave to love——Bryan Ferry
Stop——sam Brown
Sweet Dreams——Eurythmics
Fever——Peggy Lee
Faith——George Michael
I will Survive——Gloria Gaynor
Hello——Lionel
My Cherie Amour——Stevie Wonder
shrimp dedication:
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