It sounds ironic at first, but it makes sense after thinking about it.
Artists have always aroused the goodwill of women, even if they are as weak as the director Woody Allen, there will be women attracted by the light of his wisdom.
They often quote scriptures, talk endlessly, and are either sentimental or unsatisfied. Women will fall in love with him for the first reason, and leave him cruelly for the second reason, and have since fallen into the biggest mistake of their lives.
At first, the male protagonist also claimed to be an artist. He often flew into a rage when others changed his script. This is the artist's biggest characteristic-a nearly pathological adherence to his own creations.
Just like the question posed by a male artist in the film: "A house is being swallowed by fire, do you choose to save a stranger? Or choose to rescue Shakespeare's last complete works?"
This question is ridiculous to us ordinary people, Shakespeare How can the value of the complete works be compared with a living human life.
But we ignore that the world is not only ordinary people like us, but also the existence of a creature called "artist", so when the male artist and the male protagonist who asked the question felt sorry for choosing to rescue the complete works of Shakespeare, we were relieved.
The moment when all this happened, that is, the moment when the actor's "artist" identity began to waver, all stemmed from his doubts about his script. This doubt did not appear out of thin air, but relied on an external force-the gang bodyguard Cic- -To promote.
We can imagine that when a layman dared to pick you up with a thorn, and the thorn is still at the point, the self-esteem of being a professional will disappear, and instead will be deeply suspicious of yourself, because you are better than yourself. Everyone knows that "this guy is right."
Soon the male protagonist turned his doubts about himself into a dependence on Cicchi. This process is like drawing the artist's characteristics from the male protagonist's body into Cicci's body.
Cic’s performance of his identity as an “artist” is beginning to be picky about actors, just like a composer who doesn’t want his song to be interpreted by a broken gong, Cic can’t stand his script being led by a gangster. Spoiled by women.
I admit that it’s okay for a screenwriter to feel sorry for his script, but it doesn’t mean that beating the actress into briquettes is the solution.
This actress is like a stranger who died in the fire, just because she is not as good as a complete Shakespeare or her own script in the artist's mind.
As for the ending of Cicci, one sentence in the film can be used as comfort: living geniuses are never recognized, like Van Gogh, like Allan Poe, and so on, countless.
At the same time as the day fell, an artist also landed from the clouds-the male protagonist abandoned his flashy identity and chose to be an ordinary person.
Some people may think that the ending of the film is too romantic, but I think the hero daring to admit that he is not an artist is the most moving moment of the film.
Perhaps artists are often distressed, whether a woman loves herself as an artist or loves herself as a person? I think the final choice of the actor should make this issue less important.
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